Like violets were her eyes when first I spied
the lady with a sweet child’s face who peeked
at me from bushes that she stood beside,
alluring Lilah, beaming, apple-cheeked!
And so it was that more and more I found
myself among the lilacs in that place
where first we’d met, that I might hear the sound
of Lilah’s laugh and glimpse her angel’s face.
On fragrant garden paths we knew the thrill
of blossoming affection. Poetry
was time we spent! But when my love fell ill,
the autumn of our bliss was not to be. . .
I visit Lilah now where she’s at rest
nearby the lilac blooms she liked the best.
For the "One of Your Best" contest of gautami phookan

Beneath a moonlight black velvet sky
Where scarlet leaves from the Maple fly
On November’s wind and breathless sighs
And a lone coyote’s distant cry
You and me where hints of winter lie
Frost nipping our toes as autumn dies
I am warmed by the love in your eyes
Author: Elaine George
September, 2014

THE UNIVERSE OF YOU
I have never seen a flower blush when I took it's hue
and held it there a prisoner captive to my view.
I have always heard the song that's in the autumn breeze
playing taps in harmony with the forest leaves.
I love the smell of rain that brings the springtime into bud
and swells my love of nature into a teeming flood.
I celebrate the cycle of the daytime into night
and find an equal blessing in the shadow and the light.
I've always felt affinity for all created things
and surrender to the pleasure that their beauty brings.
And though I could spent a lifetime sailing drops of dew
I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you.
I've often sat myself by gentle mountain streams
and overflowed the dams that were holding back my dreams.
I've breathed the scented forest on the mountainside
and washed away my sorrows in an evening ocean tide.
I've laid down in a meadow and debated with the moon
and spent some quiet moments on the surface of Neptune.
I got married to a zodiac with one of Saturn's rings
then spied a super nova and went on a cosmic fling.
I've run away to nebulae in galaxy brochures
and bathed in scenes of wonders on distant planet shores.
Every cosmos in creation could parade before my view
but I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you.
I've never seen a tree once withdraw it's shade
and deny a creature the comfort of its aid.
I've never seen any anger in the sun at noon
when it burns relentlessly on the desert dune.
At sunrise I take an oath to live with all my might
and reinforce my gratitude each and every night.
I could spend some hours riding on a crystal flake
drifting wildly in a gale mindless of my fate.
Many times I've been through trials of wind and rain and snow
then sentenced to the splendors that the seasons show.
And though I've searched throughout creation, I must say this is true
I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you.

I need more lives for me to live
In this universe of beauty;
I plan more days to find new ways
Of doing freedom's duty.
I need not more joy than this
For I am life's dear lover;
And when I wage to turn the page
I'd never want another.
The glorious pledge of sunny Spring
With sweet June coming after;
Bring autumn sighs and summers cries
Lost in winter's laughter.
With virgin moons and scorching noon’s
And stars of a thousand nights;
I'd need no heaven if love be given
With all its sweet delights.
There are many splendors for the eye
And such music for the ear;
The mind would reel with all to feel
And see to touch and hear.
There's many ways to spend the days
And more to do what's kind;
For bread now cast on waters past
Returns again I find.
There are such gifted souls to know
And many more to learn;
While a promise rests in earth's warm breast
And unknown stars still burn.
In six days God made all the earth
The bible is known to say;
Six lives I need to plant a seed
Of love with one for each dear day.
But sad if love should fly away
Or hide his face from me;
Six lives aren’t much if I had such
But one’s all that need be.
With unhappy May and sorry June
Sad dawns and weary night;
A sorry world through space was hurled
When love had lost her light.

God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto
The leaves once evergreen.
Colors of crisp snapping, auburn reds, fires aglow oranges, and
Subdued darken browns to contrast the mixtures blending, created
By the masterful hands of a higher powers creativity.
Tender timbers mutated into a glorious display of light and color,
Splashing the palette array of natural beauty.
Blessed in magnificence the lord hushes and stills, the mortal heart,
As inspiration captures the poets ink pen to write,
Upon the empty parchment page.
Strolling lovers huddle together, beneath a wondrous tapestry,
A canopy of leaf petals, that descend as it is caressed
By a chilling fall breeze.
Whispering softly in each others ears tender words
Sweet nothings, youth in utter splendor wrapped
Embraced in loves devotional shawl of emotions.
Behold vows promises of perfection uniting
These spirits of fall, united against the winter
Winds forever more.
Cold and slain lay the roses of summer, yet within
The wild heart of innocence, the flame of desire
Shall not flicker out, nay it lives strong in the young,
A blossom of delicate distention is true loves flower.
Oh in timeless remembrance as years will pass,
And only one shadow remains between these two
Souls united joined in life as one.
Shall beyond another single silhouette awaits,
Tracing these burnt ambers of autumn from long ago,
In cascading showers of melted colors of memory.
In angels tears a gentle rain does fall, yet a smile
Crosses the face of this eternal love, a blessings
Promise in one word spoken, always.
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the season, bursting forth onto
The leaves of the evergreen.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Where do roses birth their petals
when Spring gardens disappear
Where do petals bloom in Winter
when white snow falls everywhere
Where do snowflakes melt in Summer
On silk lips brushing the cheek
Where do lips steal out first kisses
In between the cherry trees
Where do cherries share a secret
of bare branches in wild dreams
Where does autumn burns the fire
On carpets of yellow leaves
Its the romance of four seasons
Florescent fragrance fills the air
the East wind keeps breezing softly
Midnight bells greet each New Year
And the robin keeps on tweeting
butterflies flutter their wing
the cricket rattles all evening
the pide-piper plays and sing
And the mistle-toe keeps hanging
Coloured confetti chase the moon
And the rainbow keeps a pathway
a stream cascades in the dune
And a dove flies above star dust
as the white swan pirhouettes
and the fire-flies keep twinkling
in the lake of honey-zest

Memories of autumn linger still
The pale sun loiters on the hill;
A prodigal year now grown old
Is gathering all her days of gold.
Flocks of birds now eager to go
We share the dream with footsteps slow;
We meet beneath the apple tree
Join hands in silent company.
We will not part love, oh not yet
Too soon the weary sun will set.
The crickets cease to sing their song
The gold and russet wilt away;
The crimson trees stayed too long
And all the sky is wet and grey.
We know at night the frost will fall
And scar the asters on the hill;
The golden rod and sumac all
Will feel the hand of winter's chill.
But love, it is not the time to part
I need to hold you near my heart;
Yesterday was such a golden smile
Today we might love awhile;
Till autumn dies and love forget
And we must leave, but dear not yet.

By chance, I found them, there...
Three pressed leaves, with brittle veins of delicacy
Tucked between the pages
Of a tattered book of poems
Overlooked and gathering dust,
A cover worn, with broken spine
It had your names, an autumn date,
With script inside, a faded time...
Caressed in yellowed tissue, these three from ancient trees
Discarded long ago from russet crowns
A memory, kept, of time, so keen,
Of a long ago, brisk autumn day?
Where leaves had fallen so bold and gay, then twirled on down
From breezes that gently made the Sycamores sway
A place you walked and held his hand, and knew forever your love would be
Perhaps beneath those trees you made a plan for me
When winter's chill and stolen years had not yet come
Where fragrance of fall and new young love was found
From soft carpets of scarlet, red and brown
You chose these three from all the rustling hordes that grew
A tree had finished using them, in remembrance of you
They were yours for awhile...for your love, perhaps a lover's bed
now....here in my hands they lay....
They are mine to to keep, pressed leaves,
To keep for now, close to my heart instead...

What autumn has bedecked
with plants, founts and flowers,
in colors of divine radiance
the sun hangs in the fourth sphere,
then comes purple daybreak
beautiful sky brimful with stars,
none can match mi cielo,
the lovely parts of your face!
Your black hair lost in the forest
hands soft and delicate as lilies,
hidden partially beneath your coat
breasts and arms, engirdling your fantasy frame,
stay, elusive shadow of my beloved,
lovely illusion on this soft autumn day
sweet woman for whom I love so sadly,
image of enchantment I love the best...
Today autumn washes gently along the Gulf of Mexico,
I gather cones of pines in yellow baskets,
opening a liter of sparkling red wine,
come mi corazon, in the energy of the Harvest moon glow,
for inside your simple and tender heart
my numb dreams yearn to snuggle up,
just as when the night of autumn starts,
we cuddle like two birds in cozy nests!

My beloved muse,
I want you to know
how i feel right now,
in the darkness of my room,
on this serene still night,
I think of you!
My heart is filled with you,
bleeding with your passion,
wrapped within your soul.
Tomorrow is another day,
We might be here,
or we might be gone!
But tonight, I'm here,
behind the misty window sill,
looking at the secret moon,
watching its shadow on the wall,
its reflection,in cobbled streets.
and tonight, I look at the stars,
breathing in the universe,
of a hopeful faded destiny,
and I watch a dewdrop
falling slowly,on a dried,
silent auburn leaf,
as white winter snow flakes
cover autumn trees.
Tonight,I'm here,alone,
I watch the red breast bird,
dressed in his brown fury coat,
returning to his nest,
flying back to the place,
He once called home.
and I watch the world moving slowly,
with each tick tock,of the clock,
and I mold your handsome face
your absence,in my imagination,
Your eyes,your smile,your cry,
engraved in every thought,
and Hot tears flow brushin my cheeks,
as I die,and die,I die!!!
a faint pulse rate still going,
not knowing ,exactly where we are,
or where we'll be,
yet knowing I must hold on,
Knowing, that I'm still in love with you,
as the first day,as the next yesterday,
to the infinite depths of eternity.
and, I feel you,
The warmth of your heart beat,
Still there!
deep inside the inner core of me.
and i watch the gentle waves
putting up their sails,
carryin me to you,
carryin me to your arms,
and,I see you face to face,
You gaze in my brown eyes,
knowing my eyes would
never lie,and you search deep,
At last finding the truth,
and,i watch you smile,
as i bloom in a sacred bed
of scarlet fragrant petals ,
as you lay,and rest on me.
I feel me in your touch,
as you kiss me on my lips,
and my lashes get wet,
as you whisper in my ear,
in your unique accent,
in that amorous voice,
You're still in love with me.
then i sleep,then you sleep,
then all dreams would be over,
and all doubts would be free.
(To my papito)

Most beautiful honey
deep inside the pot
sweetly stirring thoughts
feelings velvet satin fluttering soft
touching sweetly emotions smile
Breathing in the fresh morning air
misty capped mountains speak
echoing winds carries
deep inside a faraway treasure
brushing across each warm skipping beat
falling dew upon the ground
thinking of you as an amazing dream
Spirit of your beauty flies with me
dancing warm waves upon this soul
within the loving you
Paradise on distant sands
golden in a faraway land
across many distant seas
I lay my heart
upon the sands
just for you my love
Good morning most beautiful
is when you smile

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.
Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel,
And so before it I choose to kneel.
I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.
I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.
I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.
My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Being in love is when
Veils of mist vaporize
And swollen buds appear
To brighten jaded eyes.
When they open up
The heart defibrillates;
Then the rush of passion surges
And intoxicates.
*
Being in love is when
Dreams of autumn whisper low;
And the love fires burn
In the frost of winter's snow.
But the leaves spin and turn
When sorrow's pain of losing
Feels such exquisite pain;
And things beyond one's choosing
See love go again.
***

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I've been dreaming of a sonnet in the cradle of the breeze
I've been dreaming in the silence of her feathered nest of dream
perched in peaceful solitude autumn falls with golden leaves
where hymn's flow free within a quest along the winding stream
Has my presence ever crossed your mind in lonely nights of need
of placid love refined in gold where one desires thee
a place where time has come to stall of gifts of love and deed
in lust I wait in colors of spring for her my sweet jubilee
In last breath fare of desperate need my eyes have finally seen
my fair young lady from distant hallow floating near within my dream
I hear her voice in loving song with tales of gifts foreseen
with silken wings she flutters free to rest along pure stream
I've been dreaming of a sonnet in the cradle of the breeze
I've been dreaming in the silence far beyond the graceful trees..
~~~~~~~~~~~~

We drank a glass of crimson wine
We drank to long lost days;
Where in the past sweet memories shine
When our love was all ablaze.
But seasons died and visions fade
With phantoms of love's lost dream;
The joys we knew have never stayed
They sleep within this ruby stream.
We picked the purple grapes that lay
Beneath the brilliance of the sun;
Where the shimmer of an autumn day
Was reflected where the waters run.
We hoarded all the clustered shapes
That brought old times conjured up;
Of feet that danced upon the grapes
And wine that filled the chalice cup.
Within these drops of crimson lie
Blushing shackles holding fast;
Those dancing shadows that can't die
Brought fleet winged dreams that hurry past.
We touched the goblet's silver rim
Each sip adored the grape's sweet stain;
Then bubbles sprang from the brim
To assault the spaces of the brain.

____________________________
Easy river run
down vast beauty light
in morning dawn
crest before my eyes
For autumn rain has gone
sparking light of silver grace
now lay peaceful strokes
on hillside of new day
Each thought still remain
in splashed hues of poetic verse
a quenching bath of love
upon soft sky of birth
____________________________

The sweet songs of birds,
We hand in hand across the
lawn,
Pansies white yellow and violet
Tossing their heads in the
breeze.
Somewhere the sound of falling
leaves.
The sound of squirrel cracking
the walnut.
Calm weather warm sun,
White fluffy clouds forming
different shapes,
A passenger flight in the blue
sky,
Sun born in the horizon and
about to fade in the horizon,
Both our heartbeats echo
inside of chest,
Shutting and opening of our
lips,
Your unkempt hair flying
backwards,
Yellowish west sky.
Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow.
If I could stop this world from
spinning,
I would do so,
Just to be with you
In this autumn evening.

The sun has risen in my night
but I was blind to see the light
The moon have sunk in a new dawn
I dreamt too long,and it was gone....
Now i stroll over the shore
gazing above the horizon
to find a shooting star
But what's the use of shooting stars
which fade too far from where you are?
What's the use to make a wish
when you are not with me
What's the use of sprinkling spells
on once upon a memory?
What's the use for candles on the sand
If you're not here to hold my hand
What's the use of fragrant words
when autumn leaves are burnt
What's the use for hearts to beat
when worlds don't understand?
Last petal falls upon my feet
the wind blows in my hair
a melody on starry night
Hushed whisper in my ear
Soft music plays in distance
the guitar 's not there
So what's the use for symphony?
Once more I'm deaf to hear
Slowly i tiptoe to the stone wall
which stands behind the old Palm tree
Slowly I seek deeper
as a tiny shadow i see
a shadow which keeps growing
and getting close to me
Its my imagination
It must be a fantasy
In silence I walk back
to where our cabin used to be
My fingers bury footprints
which I found by the sea.

Charma
This is a fiction poem inspired by a song i was hearing called 'Love is blind' by Donny Montell

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms
And for a moment I'm lost
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love
And there you are - holding it
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then -
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.

With the dawning of the day
like a fertile vine
which creeps amidst
the purple hue
of Tuscan fields
I yield my fruit
Before first autumn rain
I wait for you
Starved like a harvest moon
you come to me
Silk honey of dusk
A shadow,descending
in the cradle of my arms
feeding nectar from my lips
repeaning my soul
with blazing fire
amuzing my solitude
On scarlet foliage-your kiss
In sleep your breath within me
~Dolce Vino~
Your fingers on my neck's nape
~Viola in concerto~
In sleep,once again in sleep
where eyelids close
to the bliss of twilight dew
I see you
Dedicated to a great dad to our newborn...my husband

I want love
Not the normal kind
Multi colored hues
Nothing subdued
I’ve got a wildness in my spirit
And I don’t want to be tamed
Is there a man that is mature enough
To be done with the games
Can a man appreciate my freedom
And let me have a voice
Respect my decisions
And respect my choice
I want a man with a strength
And a passion inside
Not afraid of commitment
Doesn’t feel the need to chide
Where is that man that
Can love without restraint
To give his heart absolutely
He doesn’t have to be a saint
I know you’re out there
I know we will meet
Until that time baby
Just know I’m complete
I’m patiently waiting
Most of the time
But sometimes without warning
I break out in rhyme
Get here soon so we have time to play
I’m in the autumn of life
And I can’t waste a day

How did a cherry kiss? Bitter flower petals with sweet pistils.
So laden they act as halos while we breathe the love
in a pink hollow, silence sounding like taste, acting like epistle
to hold this moment in a silvery image, like moon, or dove
low, low, a bowl formed while sunshine flickers above.
Chains of yellow petals hang over our deck, the leaves hands--
offer welcome resting branch, our sheltered home.
Seeds follow close, fragile like beans, hard case to feed the land
crawl before God, they say, be grateful as we weed and stir loam.
Together seeds and flowers and hands make a life a poem.
Awaiting the sumac, the flame at summer's ending is fruitless
we've passed the feathering, the pimping of red underneath bristle
the deer horn softness crawling out in oddest places in a mess
lining the sand pond, above the purpled iris, the pestle
of stone and sun, no rain to bring down sumac's fiery trestle.
Vulturous crows squawk and fight the ring-billed sea gulls
waiting, one in the bared hollow hands of the cottonwood
the other fat-bellied and waddling after rain finally dulls
we're under hoodies, under shivers, our neighborhood
waits the pinking and mossing, will it unfurl new wood?

In a lovely corner of her garden,
a trellis was curled with rose climbing vines,
and something enchanting, had been designed,
from an ordinary day on a warm afternoon.
Tea would be served, with her large knuckled hands,
to a bouquet of her friends, and some neighbors of mine,
by the most gentile’ lady, I have ever known…
She made it seem like days of old, when decorum was in fashion,
before composure, and poise,.. had become scorned and cold
where propriety still mattered, as precious as gold.
~
Lilting voices would chatter like the birds on the wing.
Ringing with laughter, across fragrant grass,
Flower frocked ladies, around a few scattered tables.
Linens and laces, under ashes and maples.
Silver coifed hairdos, with apple cheeked faces,
And me? There I'd sip.... quite out of my place...
watching it all, from the cool dappled shade.
~
There were delightful surprises to meet the eye…
Delicate confections, cucumber sandwiches,
made by her hand, just for the occasion.
Fragrant branches, covering the veranda.…
Rose petal blossoms, painted on china.
The most beautiful tea set, oh, how divine it was!
Envious eyes, covetously pined for it!
She wore a floppy garden hat, a dress of mauve, and there she sat.
Her weathered skin, her cheeks of rouge... a smile to love,...you would have too,...
She had lived a war, and more than one.....iron strong, a generous heart
Knowing eyes, and sparkling wit,
She would hold your hand in hers and smile,... listen well, of that I'm sure
and then would sip and chat awhile, of this and that…
and you would learn of love somehow
~
I sipped my tea, and watched it all, and never thought of future things. ~
For now I sit here all alone…the chatter gone, the birds have flown.
Where once her charm, her love of life
the grand old ways, have slipped away…gone are those days, she loved so well.
Soon after, in the autumn chill…when word soon spread that she was ill
I was away, and never knew.….I hope, oh Lord, she was not alone ….
And looking back …I think of that….. and how strange the fact….. how odd it is…..
that something owned by someone grand, a china cup, so delicate,
so fragile in the hand,
can last beyond the grave...intact,….
although a dear, enchanting friend, her life would have to end…..
~ ~
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For Contest Sponsored by Just Archaic Poet: Song choice- "Tea For Two"

It is 2012 within the season of autumn in that year.
Humankind knows not whether to be sad or cheer.
A new sphere arrived; they call it planet kunzite.
In an orbit opposite of earth, aligned perfectly right.
Was it our doom, or salvation we awaited a sign.
Upon the next moon, our answer came so divine.
Planet kunzite was to be our new home to live.
To go in peace and harmony with only love to give,
No more wars or anger for any human to spread,
In the stars surrounding, words are there to be read.
Kunzite a jewel for everyone, especially new born,
So upon each morning a new greeting shall adorn.

Today I find
yesterday's essence
still tarries within my mind
I try and wrap myself
in thoughts of you
to regain warmth
from November's wind
the trees
are less blushed than I
as they stand naked
from this weathered touch
I feel you
in a winded breath
like a tongued whisper
against bare flesh
the lake
mirrors my reflection
as I smile back
through its ripples
as if fingered
by the soft caress
of your hands
I can see the sun
paint passion's red
across the sky
I get lost in the depths
of you within me
and climax
between the folds
of this day

If I could Harken to thee, a sonnet,
of loves most great desires,
the mere utterance, would warm thine ears
as the soft crackles of lusts fires
The ambiance, of shadows dance
across the Scottish tapestry,
Muses, light footed, pirouetting
my symphony, my love for thee
Fairest is thy silken mane
of the finest Irish Auburn,
brilliant as a cool autumn day
as the leaves of the maple turn
The tower bells, they toll for thee
as pale moon, illuminates the night
hark, the far cry, my dearest dove
of the owlet, so yearning flight
The petals of the Royal Rose
silken soft, compared to thy blushing skin,
or the Emerald glow, of thine own eyes
alit, passion, kindled from within
Mine own heart, burns with ever fire
that, which only thee, can conquer,
Conquer thee not, my dearest dove
for our love, forever, must endure
Harken to me my dearest Dove
sweet sonnets, from silken lips,
for I know thou shall be to me
as close as my finger tips.

Long shaded walks neath gilded canopies,
as Autumn’s twilight song proclaimed the cold
with words from lips of russet, aired with ease,
entwined with brittle leaves of bronze and gold
in muted tones; a whisper on a breeze,
that breathed of sun-kissed hands she used to hold;
of how an arctic moon upon her crept,
dissolving thoughts of Summer as she slept.
The wind did paint in pearl encrusted hue,
o’er fading hint of fragrant amber glow
with jewelled tears of frosty morning dew;
the pale sun all but chilled the earth below.
Of ashen light, a season born anew
brought wilderness and unrelenting snow
to smother hibernating Autumn spice;
entombed, with just her dreams, in lands of ice.

Dearest Autumn of glory and rage
of windswept memory
still alive on the page
I ponder and dream
of love once held
for now
the dusty book
alone on the shelve
If only to rekindle
a fire of orange glow
a lifetime of promise
of love I bestow
Each leaf of gold fire
tattered
torn..........

Like a rose by autumn broken,
losing charm of wound in the frost,
so with a tear in me
your heart -my heart hurts.
And I'm not care not color nor bird,
no feel sorry for this tiny drass,
in each image and star I found
see a shadow of your trail not once,
captured by the visual fraud,
fly like free butterfly in your sections
and search and call, but you're not
your are not a bird nor a blade,you are
just a piece of my heart and breath....
/"REVELATION" -Natalia Georgieva/

My Beloved,
How can I see beauty without thinking your name,How can I feel happiness
with you so far away?Empty is my dusky night,Cold as Winter is my day,
I scented our love in the first flower of May,and lost its fragrance,
as a Lifeless Autumn leave,when you vanished,and left me all alone,
alone I am to stay,till then I pray,I pray for your return,I pray that
you'll come back to me,and as I watch the West Sweet Wind playing with dawn,
I live a memory ,of when we made love on the golden stacks of hay,
in the farmer's lawn.I gaze at the horizon,and my thought is filled with you,
My heart bacchus of glee,remembering that June ,a Summer afternoon,
when we wrote poetry,under the shade of the blossom cherry tree.
My beloved,when you wake up in my dreams,you are vaster than the
eternal serene seas,You warm me with your harped string rays love beams,
Yes ,as the first prism of the sun you reflect fire in me,You ignite passion,
even when the flint have turned so wet,with my tears crying for thee.
My beloved,I pray,I pray the waves,to hug embrace,the greatest wave to be,
I pray,I pray the greatest tides to come and carry you back to me.
I'm here still waiting for you,Maybe one day I will go too,and stop thinking
of you,but that will be the day,that every thing in my world will be so misty blue.

~
My golden love of autumn morn
touch so delicate this heart torn
with amber streaming light adorn
and peaceful hues of grace
You touch this soul, again reborn
a loving interlace...
You rise above the mountain height's
with calming rays of loving light
where ocher words of hymn's recite
and emerald vale receive
I lay in warmth my soul ignite's
as one with God, I cleave...
~
________________
Rime Couee

The sun will rise,the sun will set,
no more love will life beget;
The day will break,the moon to rise,
no more love,as this life dies;
The Summer heat,or Winter cold,
no more love will this life hold;
The Autumn fall,and Springtime green,
no more again,will love be seen;
The wheat will shoot,the grass will grow,
no more again sweet love to know;
The grape will ripen on the vine
no more,no more will love be mine.
inspired after reading an essay by Nicholas Ferrar(1592-1637) the English ascetic of the Little
Gidding community(was also TS Eliot's inspiration foth the last of his Four Quartets).

When autumn comes to drop it's leaves.
Unreconciled, the branches greive.
To enter winter's long goodbye.
Awaiting spring, again to sigh.
Amidst the heat of summer's sun.
The planted seed will soon be done.
Only the rain of heavens love.
Can help the plant rise up above.
The seasons we all have to live.
Are waisted if we don't forgive.
A heart that's full of pain and sorrow.
Requires hope to meet tomorrow.
When someone needs a helping hand.
It's nice when they can join the band.
To know that they can sing along.
To harmonize in life's long song.

My autumn wine; white winter rose
Please tell me how your garden grows?
I’ve lost my touch, I feared as much
You are fragile and it shows
Can I still call upon you?
With no words ever spoken to you?
And would you come to me?
Could you hear me in a dream?
Would you “sense” me if I came close,
But not in sight of you eyes?
Would you tempt me if giving up hope
Could cleanse me of all the lies?
I survive through a disguise
Designed to hide my immortal light
You will never see it
For I am a chameleon
Crawling through the ancient garden
The (other) not known as Eden
For it has no name to keep it safe
Until light shines on this darkened place
“April showers bring May flowers”
And so your flower has not yet soured
You still have the power to reverse your desires
My white winter rose, will you grow any higher?
Prosper or wither
The choice is now yours
Bound or severed
I’ve done all I could

How long will it take to write
you a song
to give and to take ,to have and
belong
It would take me forever ,to
find you in never
But i close my eyes, to sailing
goodbyes
and dance once again ,in the
summer of together
In a fountain of love ,we splash
our feet
a cherry we share ,in vineyards
we meet
I walk to your heart,through all
afternoon
You wait on the sand,beneath
each blue moon
I play the last note,on the strings
of this soul
which i hold for my own in a
letter.
Till autumn comes,and flowers
die
the wind stops its breeze ,on a
hill's wooden chime
till these fingertips ,won't find
your lips
till white petals fall, without
being kissed
Bonfire burns the last ink i
penned
the world comes too far, to
reach for your hand
Till my simple song leaps like a
leaf
chasing a star in make
believe
till the last flicker ,of a candle-
light
till this little voice fades in your
night.
Charma

You remain in me.
Like how the stars remain in the sky,
hidden in the light of the sun
yet shining in the darkness of the twilight.
And like a seed
thrown on the golden autumn soil
and embraced by a blanket of snow,
you remain.
When suddenly, unexpectedly blooming
with the first rain of spring.
You remain in the depths of me.
While in the midst of passion and my racing heart
I see your face.
Then outside it drizzles,
but inside it rains.
And just when I thought
the slightest echo of your laughter has faded,
just when your song
stopped running in my head,
I'm awakened.
No more.
You're not with me.
Yet still.
You remain in me.

A white blanket will fall upon January.
It will cover my heart and freeze my soul
into solitaire. A love will blossom in the
mist of February. Unknown to me, that
love will remain a mystery.
My luck will fail in the medows of March.
For my life will deplete and become parched.
Still - my heart will break in the hands of April.
A story that only time will tell.
A tear shall fall at the end of may, but even now
I don't know what day. The sun will peak over the
horzion in June, still my sadness will conquer
the afternoon.
Explosions of flashing lights will fill the night skies
of July. As I sit here with my memories that have
gone and passed me by, but I will rest here in
the lap of August.
Maybe one day my love will realize that I loved
him/her the strongest. The days I did lose in
the oceans of September - are the days that
I wish , I could remember.
We will plant seeds in October. Hopefully we
will become wiser and act older. Autumn is to
become a great friend of November. How they
will meet - I can only ponder.
Now my visions begin to fade in the silence of
December To understand them - is to know
life's everlasting embers...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

standing alone...in the center of our own universe
while over us, an early autumn sky, newly washed by rain
holds a circle of the harvest moon dripping flawlessly, with amber tears....
The romantic side of me, wants the moon to be an emotional witness to such love....ahhhh!
(For P.D's contest)

I remember meeting you,
I was young girl lost,
You reached your hand and showed me the entrance to twilight,
Between heaven and earth,
We dances on the crystal water,
While the fish swam beneath us in circles,
You taught me the language of the fairies and how to dance with black wolves,
We howled to the autumn moon,
While running through the forbidden woods
You gave me the key to life,
We soared with the angelic angels into the infinite sky,
Reaching the stars they showed us the path to bliss,
Swirling into the galaxy we united into one,
Swings on vines through the jungle
Eating dinner with the lion king,
And listened to the story of Rama and Sita
But one day you fell into darkness and I chased you into the depts of space,
Reaching my hand you grabbed it,
So let us enter twilight once more between heaven and earth.

A warm day, a cool breeze,
An autumn forest, a perfect freeze.
A flying choir, a band of nature,
No one present, a pretty picture.
A graceful doe, a curious fawn,
A shallow mirror, a magestic swan.
A quiet peace, a golden sun,
In hopeful silence, I wait for you to come.

i gather my thoughts
like a squirrel
scurrying to find nuts
as it rustles
through leaves
on crisp lawns
the air is warm
as am i
when wrapped
in thoughts of you
i can almost feel your touch
press against me
a breath of air
touches there
as autumn breathes
slightly cooler
then you
memories twirl
in my mind
like these little leaves
as they spiral down
suddenly i am blushed
more than the trees
as i remember
our first kiss
i look at the branches
slightly quivering in the wind
as did i back then
as i watch the sun fade
slightly redder than i
the ground and trees
mirror her reflection
i marvel at the beauty
and wonder
why does everything
so beautiful have to end
soon these trees
will be stripped of color
stand naked
in blankets of white
autumn breathes again
somewhat cooler than before
i shiver beneath her touch
and my thoughts fade
with the night...
the scent of autumn fills the air
as i head back home
i can hear the crackle
of fresh burning wood
you await by the fire
your lips reach towards mine
i tremble within
i feel your breath
against my flesh
and i remember
autumn's breath
and blush as i think
perhaps there is beauty
in being naked
beneath blankets of white

All things being equal, as they are upon this day,
The time of light and that of dark equivalent of span,
We sat upon the beaten bench above the traffic crawl,
Sipping from the draining hours as they broke and ran.
Aloft the terraced houses, huddled ramshackle and spent,
A shepard sky of red delight beneath the stars above,
As dimly they revealed themselves when night came closing in,
Soft focused glitterati beads that shone on fledgling love.
And looking in her eyes I thought of all that was to come,
Of all the kingdoms I might walk if she were at my side,
Bedazzled by her tilting head, the bronze cascade of hair,
A chisel jimmied in my heart and snapped it open wide.
All things being equal, as they were that vernal point,
When spring had risen in her breast and sang within my head,
Little did we realise these moments had a twin,
Equality in darker terms when Autumn dared to tread.

Autumn blaze
All the glory of rainbow leaves
Brisk dancing air of joyous breeze
Our captured moments.. enchanted time
Held your hand
Gently pulled you near to me
Felt your breath your heart was free
Browns eyes sparkled to our rhyme
So in love
Autumn fire we felt the heat
Entwined spirits now complete
Evening magic.. But morning came
In the light
The night's wild wonder wasn't clear
I was too young and so full of fear
I'd promised forever.. then let you go
It's colder now
The years have passed the night is long
I often muse on our sweet autumn song
I said forever.. and I wasn't wrong
Because I never really let you go
I close my eyes
And they meet yours.. We're back again
I'm bolder now, wish we were young again
Because I never really let you go
Date: 7-3-14

We once walked along together,
In the morning, by the sea.
Two young hearts rejoicing sweetly,
Hearts as happy as could be.
She began to hear strange voices
Speaking words I could not hear.
Voices from her inner sanctum--
Words not meant for human ear.
Soon her mind began to hearken
To the voices from within,
And a heart that once sang sweetly,
Never sang so sweet again.
I remember, in September,
On a golden, autumn day,
My true love was not beside me
When I strolled beside the bay.
I had searched, but could not find her
For our early morning stroll,
And my heart was beating slowly--
There was anguish in my soul.
Then they brought the tragic tidings;
That they'd pulled her from the sea.
Unheard voices had seduced her--
And took my very life from me.
Phantom voices in the midnight
Had aroused her from her sleep,
She'd surrendered to their calling,
When they beckoned from the deep.

The dreams we had and pleasures held,
in yesterday's embrace,
I watch as twilight starts to meld,
into your lovely face.
The spring came fast, then summer's glow,
the pale blush of your cheek,
the joy I thought I'd never know,
the touch that left me weak.
How quickly autumn came around,
and stole away the splendor,
to take from us without a sound,
the sweetness summer rendered.
Where are the dreams when we first met?
What happened to those days?
How can you be so close and yet,
still be so far away?
An eternity has passed me by,
in moments, one by one,
your scent still lingers in my sky,
like sweet heather in the sun.
When can I spend my life with you?
When will we be together?
What is it that I have to do,
to make us last forever?

Sitting under the pale pink running rose
At the end of a beautiful Autumn Day
Searching for inspirational sonnet to compose
For my love who lives in heaven's way
To me He's like a honeysuckle vine
Blooming in the month of May
Sweetly fragrant essence among the pines
He's like the gold of mountains that's refine
To me He's like the babbling brook
Sweetly singing in tune
For everything in heaven He forsook
Fo prove His love for me is beyond the moon
Words cannot describe my love for Him
But daily I'll try to draw close in His realm

Not now the Egypt of my death for I
Have not seen my Bethel yet, nor have I
The coat of many colors made, let me meet
First the soft Rachel of my enslaved years
My heart for her cannot yield to defeat
No Esau can assault my love with fears
Bend me only fore the God of the sky
Bow me to meet his boundless sovereign eye.
Then I shall rise my new name a crown for kings
And bring that boy to bulwark mortal joy
In this Canaan, hear now my Rachel sings
Fox wit and grace, and love without alloy
I am Jacob, heir to the promise of God
Not yet to Egypt desolate I trod.
ii
Look now this sky, more blue than all I know
Taste this water, how calm the rivers go
Feel now this peace, the angels singing slow
And yet all these hours like a prison seem
Like solid bars around my silent dream.
It is not for heaven yet I toil today
My treasures I lay in love, and toil still
Till my bright Rachel heeds and come away,
Only my longing shackles here my will.
How then met I her soft moon's loveliness
First amidst the thirsty creatures, I am
Jacob, I see His will, his plan to bless
If I be steadfast, and trust in the Lamb
iii
I am Jacob, let me yearn, time's tame bars
Shall not my spirit's wings detain. Let toil
Not think it's too hard for me, I keep stars
In my loins to light my hope. Dreams recoil
Where love pushes me; my Rachel will be
Mine. This prison then of Laban's folly
Shall not crush my faith, in chains, yet I'm free
For grace my ransom paid. You may tally
Time in seconds brief, my God tallies it
In years. I am Jacob, soar my spirit
Now away, on angels ladder let me stay
Till Rachel brings anew my autumn day
For I shall claim atonement's jubilee
When her arms are wrapped tightly around me.
iv
Come now, my Rachel, give me jar and string
Let me from the deep well draw, let me bring
Cool as praise the water up, I'm Jacob
Sit here awhile, and with your servant sup.
Fairer art thou than Esau's riches now
Better than Isaac's legacy that I stole
For you the labor of my life I vow
More precious than Laban's cattle or gold.
How beautiful thy face, thy dove's eyes shine
Brimming my darkness with sweet stars and moon
Surely you are that bride, that gift divine
You are my soul's Eden abloom in June
Come now, Rachel, give Jacob jar and string
I claim you a kingdom for God my king.

At the bottom of our garden
Standing for many many years
Below seasonal greens and blossoms
And all of natures tears
This gem of harvesting joy
Showered crops of richness grow
For season after season
When autumn came it showed
It's fruits of life stood out
Against the nature of each day
And all who graced this marvel
Were always said to say
This tree from mother earth
Has given year after year
In rain, hail or shine
In beautiful appear
Again this year we were graced
With baskets of apple gold
But sadness cloaked our hearts
For our tree would never grow old
The first winter storm
Spewed bolts of lightning blue
Amidst the claps of thunder
Was gone the tree we knew
We were awoken in the night
By creaks of deafening cry
Looking out the window
Brought tears to our eyes
This marvel that we grew up with
Was cut down in it's prime
For nature had decided
That this was not it's time
The very next morning
Amongst the devastation
Was our tree of life
Shattered, lay her creation
Now many months have passed
On this stump we have grown to love
And recall that stormy night
And that bolt from above

She sits in the old rocking chair
Threads of silver in her golden hair
Alone in the glow of candle light
She rocks so gently in the night
Outside the autumn leaves do fall
As shadows dance upon the wall
Crystal tears in eyes of china blue
Fall for the love she never knew
He came to shore that summer day
His schooner anchored in the bay
And with a glance her knees grew weak
She lost her voice and could not speak
For there he stood so tall and lean
The handsome man in all her dreams
And he broke her heart that summer day
When he said goodbye and sailed away

Memories Of Love
Memories of a love so very long ago lost
The scent of your hair willing my senses
The look in your eyes as you clung to me in a thunderstorm
Your voice as you spoke my name and said “I love you”
That first kiss in the coolness of a autumn morning
The dance we had where you stepped all over my feet
Your first cooked meal and the special taste of charcoal
The talks we had that lasted until the sun rose above the horizon
Making love on the beach as the last vestiges of light filled the western sky
The smile on your face when you agreed to be mine
The tears you had when we had our first fight
The way you laughed when I said it was all my fault
Those are memories from a love that started before time
A love that grew through all of history
A love that now is fading to the past
Except for memories

Silver this chalice; placing it atop time's mantel to stoke the fire which burns ~
In red the wine, while night spreads it's cloak, and frost becomes the glass
Amid that but another autumn's repose; bare the branches dripping to grasp
Visions which etch her beauties name, about the rose clad windows pane
Adorned with day two hearts she claims; while waltzing up love's path....
Sage the vase where petals fall, in joyous shadows upon, the twineful wall
Pirouetting amid silent streams be light; her knock, her voice, my soul's delight ~
********************************************************************
...."Gold The Chalice Of, 'My Beloved'" *

Verily I say unto thee that you error in your understanding as also perceptions ?
God is not a Father of the dead yet living; for all live unto Him their spirit His breath..
Standing within Beauty's arms; heaven's throne celestial's realms; van Gogh a brush
Gazing into her starry night to find, this great divide betwixt, fantasy and love's reality
Splashed their canvas amid colours so bright ? Angels, part the curtain where his shadow
Waits as hushed these words which time shall claim; turning from fusions Holy light....
Twined two hearts a child and Glory, whom lept through dreams ? Standing at fatefuls
Door her world this flesh His Majesty; she breathes, their wind which whispers of flames
Burning pages, that they believed ? Revelation, marching to Destiny's gate; a kiss upon her lips.

I smell sweet country spring waves of many scents.
I tell of beauty of rolling hills, creating a valley.
I touch the love of my life, luckier than many gents.
I have spoken of my sorrows; I have nothing to tally.
My desires and dreams have faded with this maturity.
However, others have taken shape to which I follow.
I need to hear that I have learned from the majority.
I need to hear that at least my mind is not hollow.
I need to hear that somehow I have made a difference.
I need to hear that love I have given; there is a reason.
For past thoughts and wishes, I ask for reverence.
Since my seed has stopped, I have no new season,
I smell crispness of cool autumn air at the end.
I tell of loneliness of country roads to nowhere.
I feel loss of many loves with no future to send.
I have spoken words in ink, all my heart can bare.
However, my mind, I hear, many may say I am selfish.
However, most of you have continuation to relinquish.
My friend within I beg you to stop searching for a wish.
Then possibly more things in life, you may accomplish.

Another year has gone, it just slipped away,
Without notice or warning or eulogies to say.
On purpose, I barely register its passing…only crack
A bitter smile;
A half-raised, quizzical eyebrow, maybe, laced with a brief
Sense of a long forgotten once close friend
Giving up the ghost.
From starved tree branches the leaves tumble down,
Sheets of rain guillotine on this dirty old town.
I watch the autumn gale axing…havoc from
The frozen North.
I'm digging graves for memories, perhaps, meticulously fast,
For they really need interment
As they are the living dead.
Funny, it's the first time ever, I realise I'm getting old,
The heart misses beats and the room feels always cold.
I see the lines etch on my face…gritted warp
Of aching bones.
And try as I might to shove longing and regret back into
Their woodworm coffins,
It does not keep the pain at bay
When the past craves resurrection.

He is playing in school
Acting like a fool
Little girl makes his heart go Wow!!
He is kind of shy
She's the apple of his eye
But he can't tell her now.
It is a few years later
And he starts to date her
She fills his dreams somehow
He wants her to stay
To never go away
But he can't tell her now.
It is the secret of his life
He wants her for his wife
He would take that final vow
Though the years go by so fast
He knows his love will last
But he can't tell her now.
Now in the Autumn of his years
He realizes his fears
That life has past them by somehow
He knows his love will stand
As he touches her cold and lifeless hand
But he can't tell her now.
Of all the emotions we go through in life, the saddest is regret.

The year was nineteen fifty
The century half gone
The first time that I met her
The lady I call Mom
My sister just turned two years old
About six months before
And they said the way she loved us two
There would probably be more
Well they were right
Two brothers first
Two sisters joined us too
Mom said that six was quite enough
Won't be no more, I'm through
But life's not always easy
She raised us all alone
I never once heard her complain
She gave us all a home
Now the Autumn of her life has come
And for us she's still there
To help us trough the hard times
And to show us she still cares
When her time on Earth is over
And her days with us are gone
Lord, give my share of heaven
To the lady I call Mom

The solemn wraith that passes,
once a child whose life in stasis
fell, cursed by the cruel kiss of fate,
scuds as the Autumn clouds across
the full moon of the grieving mind.
Disappearing as the Winter snows
when Spring rain drills the grey repose,
young victim of an adult hate,
in memory you still bear the loss;
each sorrowed thought serves to remind.
The solemn wraith that passes,
wept and shadowed like molasses,
fixes at your throat an amulet
and holds there fast the albatross,
the cross-born love of womankind.

I heard her calling from deep in the wind,
From someplace too far away.
A muffled voice, some shapeless words-
What was it she was trying to say?
I turned my head and strained to hear,
But her words were a jumble of sound.
They were tossed about like the dying leaves
That carelessly blew on the ground.
I gave up listening and started away,
But paused once more in my track.
I heard again- or so I thought-
What could have been “Please, come back!”
But those words too, were quickly lost
As the wind gave them formless flight.
They were stolen away in the autumn air
And disappeared in the encroaching night.

Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
My Mother caring about all five in different ways
Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays
My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John.
music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !
Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "
My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food
the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion
Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?
Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee
No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .
Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `
Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones ,
scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
~ That is the Family I Love ,
that is the Family I choose to miss ~

I kneel and hand you this ring
That symbolizes our marriage and eternal love
Maybe it's intuition
Some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes
I see my future in an instant
And there it goes
I know I've found my best friend
I knew I loved you before I met you
I believed and dreamed you into life
I have been waiting all my life for you
I've found my meaning to live again
I am complete now that I have found you
Anytime I need to see your face
I just close my eyes
And I am taken to a place
Where love is born and secured
Sweet like fine sugar
I don't need to try to explain
I just hold on tight and if it happens again
I may move into to your heart
Look into my eyes they are not telling lies
I'm the kind of person who endorses a deep commitment
Getting comfy seeking true love is what I live for
A smell of perfume knocks me down to your command
It's like I'm down on the floor inside our heart
And I don't know what makes love and perfume
Have so many similarities that make two people bond
Using symbols, using words can be linked
When love shoots it should be aimed for eternity
Eight things that make our love’s constitution strong
I believe Jehovah God makes marriage last
I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
I believe the most attractive features are the heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
I believe the only ones who disagree are players or evil spirits
I believe forgiveness is the key to true happiness
I believe in love surviving death into eternity
I want to move in time with you
I want my heart beat match yours
I want to feel your hand in mine
And do all the things you want me to
The autumn breeze that comes from the mountains
Will be the legitimate witness of my proposal for our love
So I ask you to take this time to answer would you marry me?

The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear.
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ?
What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.
I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the power of water itself .
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .
By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost .
The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?
What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth,
By;
Shanity Rain

Lady Autumn’s Ball
Here ye, Hear ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball
Tis the best time for late season romance
Come everyone, enjoy the dance
Autumn’s colors deck the halls
Listen for Love’s eternal mating call
Love is born from a single glance
Emotions of the heart are enhanced
As they two, walk down the promenade
Lady Autumn is bedecked in her finest gown
Colors so vivid can nowhere be found
Hear Ye, Hear Ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball
Come, everyone, enjoy the dance
Listen for love’s eternal mating call
Emotions of the heart are enhanced

P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!

Oh Autumn, how I love your days
Your brilliant multicolored sights
But, I'm sorry that I just can't say
The same thing about your nights.
For your cold damp autumn nights
Bring with them your autumn mists
And within your mists dwell sights
That I would just as soon resist.
Those Painful sights that stab the heart
From memories that wound the most
Sights that have torn my life apart...
Sights, that have long become ghosts.
Those long since banished ghosts
That dwell there within your mists
Those ghosts that boast the most
Of my bitter sentimental trysts.
Some ghosts have anguished eyes
Who in their sorrow point and glare
And others who just drift quietly by
Seem, as if they were impaired.
Still others clutch at barren breasts
While feeling some forgotten pain
Entombed within their misty nests
Waiting there, eternally in vain.
I do try hard to not look or stare
But sometimes I just can't resist
Those ghosts that dwell out there
Within your cold damp autumn mists.
Oh Autumn, how I love your days
Your warmth and brilliant sights
But Oh sweet Lord, to Thee I pray
Please save me from autumn nights!
Timothy I. Brumley

In love is when
The snows of winter vaporise,
And buds appear,
When veils ascend from jaded eyes
And they clear,
When the heart deliciously surges,
And defibrilates,
And the rush of tender urges
Intoxicates.
In love is when
The breath of autumn whispers low,
And fires burn,
When in promises of fresher snow
Leaves fall and turn,
When the saddest pang of losing
Begs exquisite pain
When the things beyond one’s choosing
See it go again.
NOTE: I'm still alive. Been busy with my ongoing music project, which saw me turn to
songwriting and amateur - very amateur - music video production, which can be checked out
on the link below if anyone has a mind to. This new piece marks a tentative return to poetry.
More to follow, perhaps.
POP ART!
http://www.myspace.com/thewatercolours

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

when winter comes and skeletons of trees
stand starkly upon the snow
i will think of you
and your head on my lap before the fireplace
skating on the gaunt, deep pond
where we made love on brighter days
hot chocolate and fired brandies
and standing at windows while flurries fell
when it is spring again and trees bear promises
as islands of snow die slowly in their shadows
i will think of you
when all was alive again and you believed in us
within the world of nest-making and streams going home
making bouquets of foothill flowers
constantly profaning the word “forever”
and imagining that winter was forever gone
when summer is upon me with sweltering wrath
i will come to the forest where we walked and
i will think of you
where we were prone beneath the well dressed limbs
in a canopy above us, fitted into one another like lovers
by the quarry lake where you were covered in beads of water
and the sun loved you and glistened upon your body
where i looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracles
autumn will come with all its dark omens and i will walk
upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death
and i will think of you
where the earth wore its gaudy colors while ours had faded
into the murky hues of uneasiness and fear
and soon the trees will awaken alone and naked to the world
and i will understand their plight in a box called home
where once laughter lived and life was wonderful
there was a time before seasons and sentiment
when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles
and you gasped, “oh, i’m sorry! i thought you were someone else!”
i smiled then and replied, “i am.”
it was the spring of us that led into the caldron of summer passion
before time and treasons took their toll
before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes
and our autumn came that condemned us to our winter

How many?
how many lives;
how many have fallen
beneath
your magical spell?
If it may be so,
let each star be named
You.
For your beauty transpires
our words
into all shine and sheen cast out
from the darkness and starkness
of infinite space –
(as they were intended to be seen)
as if even the light shining forth
from between
the pervading clouds of life’s
perpetual storm –
(day to day to day,
and on)
recognizes your poetic touch,
as deliverance;
stopping, halting, driving
the wedge of night out
of our very hearts,
as if just being here, seeing them
(seeing you)
really seeing the stars
(through your eyes we see –
you are clear, you are
amplified
like dew on leaves – with us being
as leaves) opens up
our every pour;
pouring forth what may never
have been seen
without your dewy light’s reflection,
refracting –
how else can the green of leaves
be certain,
that they are also
made of stars,
if not first being shown
the point of green?
Yes, if it be so,
let the stars be named
Yours.
Let each one bare their own weight
(light is weightless - don’t you see?)
before it’s too late,
and all the leaves (our leaves –
our hearts)
start to twist
into autumn - a lazy
haphazard dance
to nowhere –
dry and cracked
to the desperate open mouth
of ground;
left to writhe amongst the yellowing mulch,
like ornately colored
lead paperweights
waiting
for the cold of winter
to still
our beating
hearts –
You are like stars.
A multiplicity of the exponential
magnifying each one who sees;
(recognizing our own in you)
light touching light through the heart
of our own.
You are our spectacle, Miss. Weimer –
our looking glass into
the night sky,
reminding our hearts
how to shine.
And for this I say, Thankee-Sai –
Thankee Big big
(a kindred thank you – you see, I see)
for Being,
and for touching us with the ends
(and beginnings) of your lit up
fingertips,
shattering our stormy skies
into multitudes
of separate
stars.
How many ways do we love you?
Too many ways to count –
There are so many stars.
***I'm sure this poem is going to end up being redundant, as many will write about our
lovely, Sharon Weimer, but I felt I must, simply because - and that's all the excuse I
needed. She's been a good friend, in more ways than I can count :) We love you, Shar -
keep shining, and never forget what you're made of.
For another of our beloved poets, Miss. Christie's P.S Member Dedication Contest. :)

Was born a saint
That dreamed died at two
In the morning
Never very good at tying me shoes
So now I am older, three times the devil
As I dream to see where life leads me
I close my eyes
To escape the desires I never touched
She called me a Romeo, yet I never kissed
The love felt I was certain was bliss
So I walked away
No more waiting, for silly moment’s lost
Played all my cards, and all hearts gone
And now I dig with grave thoughts in mind
For as I stare at the hole below
I see where Saint Stephan
Died at two

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast
Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds
Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are
Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs
Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens
#Poem by +Gokul Alex

the rain becomes autumn
and autumn becomes rain
there is a Gold Surviving System
(GSS) around the brain
with unexpected creatures
who lift the modern burden
of being so involved
in glass rotating hours
curriculum vitae sleep
and we call this LOVE
and we fall in a drop
among yellow leaves.
www.simonadancila.com

Love will come a calling
As autumn shades are turning
While auburn leaves are falling
The joys of love start burning
As autumn shades are turning
I'll end my college learning
The joys of love start burning
When time stops slowly crawling
I'll end my college learning
While auburn leaves are falling
When time stops slowly crawling
Love will come a calling.
Timothy I. Brumley

A cool mist hovers o'er water lilies on the sleepy pond
And bathed in declining sunrays is a blossoming bond of love
Through the crowded park they go oblivious to noise around them
Warm hands brush, then slowly lock, as heartfelt thoughts lay bear
Sweet murmurings softly fall like autumn’s golden leaves
Upon the grassy knoll beneath wise, old oak trees, listening
While the crisp wind churns, envious, as he steadily blows
Quite unaware is he, Autumn love has taken its hold
While mischevious Cupid, chuckles with glee at his work, well done
A perfect hit! Once two friends; now two hearts made one!
Lost In their reverie, a beautiful world of their own
Stealing kisses while watching the last geese fly home.
~*~

Written by Annalise
For Michael's"Falling in Love in the Fall" Contest

The summer's almost over
The days wane shorter week by week
The hills have shed their clover
And, the sun his warm mystique.
Each month becomes less weary
The pain fades each passing day
The future seems less dreary
But, this awful yearning stays.
Music fills the silent void
Where your voice hung like heather
But of course, I must avoid
The songs we danced together.
My walks help ease the mourning
Like, leaving bad thoughts behind
But only in the early morning
Before the couples walk entwined.
I walk through most of the year
Through summer, winter, and spring
But never in autumn, I fear
My heart just can't take somethings!
I must never think of autumn
Not since our last adieu'
For, if I ever thought of autumn
It would break my heart in two!
For autumn is for lovers
And is also when we met
A time to enjoy another
And, not for love's regret.
Spring is past encroaching
The summer has gone, and then...
Winter is fast approaching
That dead season, my life begins.
Timothy I. Brumley

I rest the rhapsodic morn along rustic shadows,
as if it were a sapphire,
i shall serenade beautifully beneath our efflorescent forests,
my hands await you like a rustic moon,
i shivery surreptitiously in my cashmere bowers,
the harmonies have dale's autumn glow,
the have bough's idyllic fragility,
ahhh, my future love,
my love,
my heart beats eagerly,
between the romance of a piano,
the season's have melody's romantic bough,
i will not wait me surely,
the feathers have glow's sparkling willow,
the lullaby leaps,
your silhouettes run the constellation,
you ,my love,
are my distant,eternal,
and yet, pastoral horizons

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside
a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...
Written By: Christina A McCullouch
04/09/2013

I can see it in your eyes:
Autumn Leaf in Paradise,
and I fear for all the trees
full of stupid theories
about never-ending summer
while The Big Hand holds a hammer
above all fragility
and I wonder if you see
Autumn Leaf in Paradise
softly glowing in my eyes
like an answer and a seal
in the last tree on the hill.
www.simonadancila.com

Another walking among seasons and holy beads
As our thoughts moves clouds in a grey sky,
And paint the leaves above our heads;
With a priori color of serenity, your eyes try
To open the white gates of transparent joyous morning;
The air got the scent of hot apple pies, the smile -a meaning
Of what the fingers are touching and what they are dreaming;
Are those our guardian-angels who silently walk by?
The rain of the morning tea falling from heights;
A new painted bench seemed to be almost dry;
White statues sit on the grass near the brave knights;
Two angels with glass wings have just learnt to fly.
But, leaves` procession under the kiss of the wind;
Buds of faith and hope live in philosophical mind.

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained
Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing
If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone
No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die
I know this is my life
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human
If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone
If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone
Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Please, let me imagine that we will come here again
In the warm springtime rain, or in cold winter chill,
When the ground glistens clean, and keen in the sun
When we breathe clouds of cotton and the morning is still
We will wear our astonishment, with feigned awed surprise
At the splendor that lays bare, as the frost stings our eyes
We will wear wooly jackets to keep us snug warm
While snowflake confetti will bounce off my nose
~
And you will be young, and I will be fair
You will take my two hands, and pull me aside
and kiss me and tell me how love never dies
You will promise the sun, and the moon and the stars
You will tell me you love me, that the world will be ours
~~~
We will look up through the trees, that whisper and bend
To see sun assure us that love cannot end
It will shine new with promise, with a soft velvet light
That a day like today, will come once again
For today is a gift, that comes from the Gods
Filled with tomorrow, and a season of love
While whipperwill music will dance through the air
And the songs of the valley, will sway in the breeze
In the hushed fading sunlight of the late afternoon
Down by the meadows where the wild flowers grow
We'll again laugh at the thunder, catching us by surprise
And be glad for the raindrops, that splash by our side
For today, has an ending, and now we must go
But let me imagine, that we’ll come here again
We will stand here together. We will marvel and praise
You will be holding my hand, as you show me the way
And you'll capture my heart, as you've captured my days
And when the times we have treasured must come to an end
We will marvel with pleasure, in our memory's glen
We will come here together........and our spirits will blend
This will be our forever.......you'll be holding my hand
~~~
For Frank

In high definition...
There is an old oak tree in our backyard.
This old oak limbs weep like a willow.
It branches out to the stars.
The moon effervescent shines above.
During the winter, the moss hangs low.
I see the wind blow through its leaves in autumn.
There is an old oak in our backyard
Where a widow sits beneath weeping over love lost.
The dawn has broken.
The dew is high.
This old oak is well defined.
She has limbs that reach high in the sky.
The sun photosynthesis makes each leaf shine.
Her depth is sublime.
This old oak is part of home.
Many visitors she knows as a widower rests before he moves on.
This old oak tree stands tall
As a City's landmark.
|__________________________________________________|
Penned on November 22, 2014!

Through the lonely woods, I may head,
Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,
At the secluded horizon, I may stare,
And only you, I may see,
In those symphonies of silence,
In those melodies of calmness,
In those euphonies of quietness.
By the silent lake, I may lay,
Till the twilight fades, I may stay,
Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,
And only to you, I may talk,
Through those toungueless emotions,
Through those wordless attachments,
Through those voiceless sentiments.
In the lone meadow, I may wander,
Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,
In companionless seclusion, I may hide,
And only in you, I may find,
The depths of oneness,
The bonds of togetherness,
The cozy feel of coalescence.
In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,
At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,
Through a million wounds, I may bleed,
And only in you, I may seek,
The balm of love,
The warmth of affection,
The heal of inseparability.

Overwhelmed with fear I whispered into the rain
Disarming defenses, Giving in to the gray
Tearing down all of my shelter within my hollowed decay
While this echoing silence gave every tear drop a name
They begin filling the voids with mundane hopes for a change
Heaven will save me from this hell and blue skies will reign
Lazily lay in green grass watching clouds drift away
It's all but a deflated dream now that the colors have changed
My thoughts have become restless noise of uncertainties rearranged
Damning all of my emotions, lies decorated with grace
Now I stand with a hardened heart in the sobering autumn rain
I'm disarmed and defenseless, Giving in to the gray

this morning is falling
burning into a sunset
an autumn decision
you and I
will never forget
joy by day
paris by night
i'm there
love by the hour
Paris is ours
evening breeds new life
a moment of twilight
a horizon of heavenly means
I love you
like life loves itself
joy by day
paris by night
yes dear i'm there
love me by the hour
and paris is ours
i'm down too often
like a child
awaiting his scars to soften
hopelessly
a pedestrian walking
a way from traffic
it could happen, indefinitely
i'll take paris by day
and love by night
i was there long enough
to love you by day
and surrender by nightfall
"there is joy by day if you can take paris by nightfall"

One autumn night
Lying on a bed of rainbow leaves
The stars and moon glowed bright
We kissed beneath the trees
A lover's air was in the breeze
In each other's arms held tight
One autumn night
Contest: Linda's "One Autumn Night"
Date: 9-7-14
Poet: Lyric Man

She is an ocean away
In body and soul
As I grasp to touch, her mind to sway
Her voice beckons, like an angel above
Come to me love, if you dare
So I walk along this windy road
I shiver, for the autumn tiss cold
The coldness smothers my very desires
If only her lips, could be planted a kiss
Illusions could be a heavenly bliss

Let me sing this song
Dozens words in my yearning rhythm
Delivered within the wind of autumn
A single pray, only for you
In this moment of silence
Bearing clearly in my mind
The love we have given one another
In our years of sharing
You embraced me with endless love
A love that cannot be compared
And it lights my sky forever
Made me a woman I am
We are destined to have each other
Since my first breath, until your last
So I sing this song for you,
Mother.

I thought I heard you calling my name,
but it was only the wind or perhaps the rain.
I look over at your picture in the frame.
The steady pitter-patter is driving me insane.
I thought I heard you laughing as I walked by the bedroom door.
Your perfume that lingers in the hallway is hard to ignore.
I would have sworn I heard footsteps creak across the floor;
Maybe it was the waves from the ocean crashing along the rocky shore.
I thought I heard you singing, but could not find you anywhere.
It must be the sound of some nearby wind chimes whistling in the Autumn air.
My heart gets to racing and it's quite a scare,
When I find long strands of your long black hair!
I thought I saw the sparkle in your amazing eyes.
But it was only the stars that brighten the cloudless night.
I find myself watching the sunrise,
and I still imagine you holding me tight
I thought I felt you kiss me with your soft lips.
I thought I ran my hand along the curve of your hips.
But it was only the silk covered pillow cases on our bed.
I awake to realize your memory still burns in my head!!

You are the flower that
brightens my spring.
You are the summer that
warms my soul.
You are the autumn that
brings color to my life.
You are the winter that
brings calm to my spirit.
You are the inamorata that
has renewed my life.
You are my loving wife.
Edward J Ebbs - Valentines Day 2008

If I Could Talk To God?
Well of course I can
I love you Father
Maybe more than my heart shows
When I sit and think about how you love me
How you’ve blessed me with two of the most
Wonderful boys.
I feel how much you love me
You know how much I like to share
So you’ve given me a home with a door that
Swings wide enough to welcome everyone in
And I feel how much you love me
As I ride on a country road and see a crisp blue
Sky with the whitest wisps of clouds painted in
Resting on the multi colored autumn leaves
My joy permeates every part of my being
And I feel how much you love me
When I sit on the fence
And hear the breeze whispering through the trees
The whippoorwill’s song
And the laughter coming from somewhere inside the house
I know how much you love me
God do you know how much I love you
Can I ever show you the way I feel
So perfectly flawed
So needing grace
And yet one day
I will see the glory of your face
And know how much you love me.

When life has lost its colour and,
Summer is replaced by Autumn hue and,
The world feels black and white yet,
The only bringer of colour is you.
Your hair so black it shines through the grey,
Your opinions so different almost night and day,
And when you're in my position and darkness takes over the grey,
Remember I will be there to recover your amazing summer hue.
Your voice it carries a swift sweet note,
That brigs sunshine to my day and,
In that dance we shared a moment,
filled with colour brighter than a summers day.
You can't choose who you fall in love with,
Like the Chestnut cant choose the season when it falls,
But all I need is a word,
To stop me drifting into deep free fall.

Morning flood broke cataracts of light here
My heart have wings that beat in happy skies
O stand here with me in autumn's bright mist
And feel the sunshine breaks through languid day
There's a power of love that cuddles warm
The soul with better promises of joy
There are powers that earth's despair destroy
Invested not in human fragile arm
Something to trust outside the jar of clay
Someone in whom we breathe and exist
And faith in us his fevered hope make rise
A wind against the salt upswelling tear.
I take this dawn excited with its charm
As gift to give, and as a gift to cheer
I seed all joys by grace sweet enterprise
Another coming of you, O my Christ
A final hope to fold carnal cares, lay
The mortal flesh away, and lose alloy
The hills shall skip beyond dreams and decay
And this mist bright garment before my eyes
Will clothe my warm immortality there
No guns grief will shatter the heart, my boy
The blossoms never fall, nor time shall storm
Against the fortress wherein is our bliss
So day comes harvesting my page with cries
Of glee, turning eagle's loop, as dreams buoy
The heart in skies of promises most clear
God is the author of all joy, I say.
God shall seal our hopes in a whispered kiss
And joy break forth abroad to still alarm
Then this autumn when green turns gold shall list
No dry, nor brown, nor gray in festive air
Tomorrow and yesterday passed away
You against my breast shall so snuggle warm
Your tongue with my breath tells the news of joy,
Eternity is here, stitched upon the skies.
My heart a banging bell heaps love and lay
Across the chiming dell dawn-rinsed, the air
Where I dream, flickers with stars like fireflies.

HAIKU ON LOVE # 1
You leave me after we make love
Moonbeam falls
A poet shares my sorrow
HAIKU ON LOVE # 2
She coils him
Desolate
Autumn waits
HAIKU ON LOVE # 3
A love bruise
Wicked parrot
Season of rain
HAIKU ON LOVE# 4
His words were diamonds
Wizard of love phrases
He stole my garments
HAIKU ON LOVE # 5
She offered her warm breasts
To her lover in winter night
Icy wind roared
HAIKU ON LOVE # 6
Two leaves are tangled
The tree meditates
He does not know our raptures
HAIKU ON LOVE # 7
Words are lost
Glances weak
Glaciered infinity
HAIKU ON LOVE # 8
My neighbour’s wife
Pulls me
To a sobbing counter
HAIKU ON LOVE # 9
Sighs heavy, hidden moon
Moans, pleasures of the night
Cruel kisses bleed
HAIKU ON LOVE # 10
She fell on my chest
Stunned
By the dart of love
HAIKU ON LOVE # 11
Hold on some more and hold on
Until the fire is put out
And he would close his eyes
HAIKU ON LOVE # 12
I would wager
He would leave soon
With a trail of cinnabar
HAIKU ON LOVE # 13
He was a noodle
As her eyes were nearly shut
And bottom of the sea sloshed
HAIKU ON LOVE # 14
I had to hold her like a python
Brute yes I am, I couldn’t lose time
To be ambivalent
HAIKU ON LOVE # 15
His tired legs staggered
He fell again on her bosom
God is so ungracious
HAIKU ON LOVE # 16
Incredible cavern
Big black cat walks on curling passages
In search of snail trail
HAIKU ON LOVE # 17
Last night’s sleep
Washed out
My lover’s petting
HAIKU ON LOVE # 18
My husband’s ancient kiss
Fades away
Like charming baubles
HAIKU ON LOVE # 19
A young man hid behind his shadow
At the edge of the river
My bath aroma seeped through his skull
HAIKU ON LOVE # 20
My wife was parabolic
She could not make love
Before her voyage to comet
HAIKU ON LOVE # 21
I can go down her slit
If the river gets more time
To watch my owl
**************************************************************

On a meandering
road, many years ago
Our destination
unknown
We came upon an
ancient and majestic
oak
Its branches, bare
of clothing;
Autumn’s demand of
an offering to the
soil
We stopped and did
not venture forward
Observing only from
a distance
Knowing that if we
walked among its
greatness
We would not see the
fullness of its
truth
You sketched it
I sat in awe of it
Years have passed
and she is but a
memory
The tree no longer
stands except for
the lifeless
remnant,
And your sketch
A cruel beheading
I live knowing that
it's greatness,
Rooted below the
earth
Is a soul larger in
death than in life

The innocence of children playing as birds gliding together across a pure blue sky. The colors of autumn give the canvas a nostalgic countenance, as nineteen-year old Mozart’s violin concert no. 3, the Adagio, like the rhythmic tides in a ternary form at eventide on the rocky shores of the Hudson. Such is the splendid D major as the crickets play one octave higher with the wind playing an A major. I hum in A sharp and the fog horn in the distance a forlorn B minor. The wine works quickly, tempers the mood. Too drunk to write so we sing. Too tired to dream so we think. Too weary to wish so we wander. Lest the moon forgets to show us the way, we will set up camp beneath a bench staring up into a wild Verona sky. Her yellow hair silver in the moonlight. Her red lips yearning in the chill of an autumn morning. Many years ago.
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Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.
Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.
From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.
September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.
But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.
I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.
Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.
I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.
Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.
September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.
I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.

Playing cat and mouse were Beauty and the Beast
Right up to the moment the harvest moon ceased
To shine, that is, autumn winds ushered dark clouds
Even amber leaves were cloaked by misty shrouds
Alone on the terrace, Beast’s hand reached to her
Unfamiliar feelings in Beauty did stir
The masquerade party on All Hallows Eve
Beauty caught in his web, seeking no reprieve
Clouds now cast aside, moonbeams danced in the skies
Pulling his mask, Beauty unveiled Beast’s disguise
Seeing sensual eyes, her pulse rate increased
Conquered by longing for a man she’d called Beast
By Carolyn Devonshire for Michael’s “Falling in Love in the Fall contest
September 24, 2011

Apple pickin’ reminiscin’,
thinkin' 'bout youth's stolen kisses.
Those are the days he is missin’,
new love for him and his fair missus.
Shiny apples ripe and ready
wait to be picked before first snow.
Sunlight streams like gold confetti.
Their secrets on the fall winds blow.
Blue gingham dress soft, she did wear,
and ribbons caught her silky hair.
In shade of trees, young love professed,
then apple pie was baked to share.
Apple pickin’ reminiscin’,
thinkin' 'bout youth's stolen kisses.
Those are the days he is missin’,
new love for him and his fair missus.
In apple orchard, young love bloomed,
and led them to their wedding day.
A favorite dish for bride and groom,
an apple pie baked each Sunday.

Inorganic Landscape
In the corner a young couple smiles
Lights release shadows above cold nights
Outside the autumn taunts the summer memories
Leaves of the old tree knock on the conscience
A girl paints departure in a mirror
A tear goes away in the yellow paper

As we walk like children holding hands , swinging our arms together as we walked slowly through the blanket of the Autumn leaves. The path we walk is as it were never ending .The tall forest trees that lined each side , appeared to funnel off to the distant open sky . Sun now setting leaving a Orange sky that blended with the leaves all about us . That cool evening breeze upon our glowing faces . The whisper of the trees as they swayed in the wind , but the loudest sound of it all was the beating of our hearts . No it was not just the chill of the wind that made our faces glow , it was the love in our hearts that showed. Yes we were children for that moment , full of innocents of a love so pure at heart, a love so true , nothing could tear it apart . A love that memories are made of and dreams that come true .There is nothing so good as the love you have for me and I for you.
The path we walk that seemed to go on forever , was actually our love through out our lives ,as we travel together through it.
TAC

Stillness held love's flowers, in distant gazes spilling from their palms..
A cats meow, resounding atop timeless rafters; peering at her stage
About a sixteenth century romance; dramatica, close the castle doors
Hush the crowd betwixt breath they keep; frozen, amid that their heart ?
As Juliet lifts her tearful blade and Romeo's love, now fast asleep; dreams...
Not weep as time does part to gather once more aneath, these faraway stars.

Vulnerability of love, pain and joy it brings
My bosom open no armor for a fateful blow
My life belongs to me not I forgo
It's autumn but will you still be here in the spring
You almost left without a word or even a jest
A pain in my heart you can only fix
My heart hurting each time it ticks
I love you still through this test
I want you to be near yet I fear
You walked beside my as my wife
I have given you all I have in life
I want you forever I made that clear
When you are near my heart still sings
Hoping pain will turn to pleasure
Making our love strong beyond measure
Singing with life, love and our rings
Edward J. Ebbs - September 2011

Written February 24, 2012
One too many times
Our love has been unkind
To the rigors and chills of the snow
The streets they meet
Intersecting the heat
But the cold will blow without heed
To rekindle the flame
Must sound quite insane
But it's all I have left in this world
Yet to feed from the hand
Of another's demands
Could lead to the start of the fall
Ride the wind
Wherever it goes
Don't ask it questions
You don't want to know
The wind will carry you home

Marriage gives life to love and love gives life to marriage.
In marriage, love means:
To know in your heart you were meant only for each-other.
To know that Heaven grew you apart and brought you together after the time you were meant to be molded to fit each-other.
To discover what it is to be best friends forever.
To discover what it is to love someone more than yourself.
To discover you are actually only a half and how much you need the other to be complete.
To discover the bonds that form when times get tough.
To discover how much more joy is multiplied when there is someone you love to share it with.
Each day is a day of discovery, a day to build your love, a day to make your bond stronger.
Marriage is:
To together choose one way, not one's own way.
To respect and honor with love the other over oneself or anyone else.
To compromise with each-other but never compromising each-other.
To know you are loved, cherished and needed whether fat or thin, well or ill, chirpy or
grumpy.
To live life's summer, winter, autumn and spring always being there for one another.
To blend as one that over the years you feel as one and speak as one.
To be savored like wine, enriched by the passing of time.
To honor Marriage is to honor its Maker. To commit in marriage is to commit to its Maker.

The wind turns rustling the reddish-brown leaves.
Trees stand devoid of their cover and howl
Like bathers caught without a green towel.
The wind turns, the arctic soul misconceives.
The snows pile up around my silver car.
Outraged the trees thrash and howl in the wind
Smarting like young children regimented.
The snows pile up; the heart is as stones are.
The iris bloom, couples old, young elope.
Buds develop forth from bare twigs and grow,
A bald man farming a new luscious mo.
The iris bloom, the heart feels raptured hope.
The grass browns the dams are slowly emptied.
Branches hang drooping in the severe sun,
Young mothers at their hot sinks deflated.
The grass browns the heart resigns abandoned.
You seduce others, caress them and give
Love, mine remains fervent and I forgive.

Written August 29, 2013
She could have had my son
As we'd spell our names as one
On scattered ocean shores
Beneath that Indian sun
I loved my ma
And I loved her well
I loved my pa
And that musty smell
I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon
Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns
I love my family
How I miss this feeling
Of constant embrace
Awaiting at my feet
So come and pray for rain
To wash away our pain
Before the winter stains
What autumn left to drain
I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon
Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

DONE
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Jay

Walking through the many ripe apple tress ,holding secrets
I pick a bushel thinking of my love through the misty breeze
Apple pickin time in the Valley called Naples, awaits a meeting
For my love will arrive by the Valley in red that meets the sun falling
At my laced boot some fine wine, a love note tied through my hair
The secret love not shared would be tragic in heart and mind.
following the paths through the many trees in line , apple pickin time
all embraced, the colors of Fall enhances my only dream ..
It is apple pickin time in the passion of leaves love enlightened
I pick my apples with pride knowing soon , my love at my side
It has been a long neglected dream, a fear follows desire held in secret
no longer able to fight this burning fire, a risk taken , all ethics aside
Walking through the many ripe apple trees , holding secrets
I pick a bushel thinking of my love through the misty breeze
Apple pickin time in the Valley called Naples , awaits a meeting
For my love will arrive by the Valley in red that meets the sun falling

Why We Will Never Say Hello or Good-bye
By Ingrid Showalter Swift
Rake your fine fingers across my tender lips...
waiting with the hunger that years have made.
...Do you still hear me?
I am off in a land of daisies and flowers, of many colors.
I walk down sandy paths of pale soft skin... that I imagine
are yours
The water-butter beneath my finger tips
is your skin as well
and I look out across a far away horizon and know
you live there
breathing on, in unison with arms open to the sky
You beam as the sun... I weep as the waves.
I ache and bend and cry out in labor pain
There is no separation... but the heart still seems to seep
with it.
I can see your eyes
and in my eyes still dark and far away
...you drift quietly on a raft bobbing in a safe cove
The night still shifts to the wetted calm of us from time to time
and I know the trees and dogs can feel us moving
beneath the surface, like mermaids
Our tails are webbed jewels of gold and myrrh
Our fingers are intermingled... our cells combined...
Our torsos are sleek and clean
We separate... dip and dive like porpoises...
They know... I know they know... and hear our ever calls
and weep
and bow
and weep
and dive for us
in the still of twilight’s dancing diamonds
Why not? I cry... but know all too well the answers
Because there are flowers on our paths
and children playing in the skin of the sand
and we are one in our purpose
and one in the words and one as they fly over head - wing to wing...
As autumn climbs the hill to winter...
we will be in the flickering light of fire side
and the warmth of the soups that brew
and are handed one to the other
and we will ever be in the sawdust
and in the creation of anything new
and in time as it flows back and forth with the tide
Nothing can ever sever us from the ants
and the shells
and the mail that arrives in the mail box
Do you know that we are only a car ride away from forever?
Do you know that we are nothing more than one phone call apart?
...just seven numbers apart!
and it will remain the distance of forever because we know
how fine the sand feels between our toes
how smooth the wind blows over our wet torsos and white sails
and how water splashes into tiny beads of light at the bow
and how the tree grows
and how the stone feels from the inside
We will remain alone and surrounded by love
...because grass is green
God! How I love you!
Tell me again that you know... tell me... call me... tell me
...that it is real... that you can hear me
that I am the same as the child beneath your palm
loved ever, unconditionally
and you are proud of who I am and who I am becoming

LOVE FOREVER FADES AWAY!!!! wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
Waving like the sea,
Your decision was bias.
You ought to give me wedding ring,
But set my dreams on fire.
Can you answer me for the single reason, what made you do this?
Was it the beauty? Was it the caste, or the complexion?
You said I am your love at first sight.
You were the one who took the initiative and intended to keep it up.
You were the one who delightedly filled my heart with zeal of love.
You were the one who elegantly filled the warmth of love in my soul.
Confronted with an unsolvable dilemma’s where there is no right answer, we always know the answer to everything.
But what you did? You just made false promises.
Still you define it as the love, true love?
Or the love that vanished with no reason.
Answer me, answer me, my thee??
Near the bandra reclamation,
Sitting at the amusement park,
You were the one who excitedly expressed your thirsty feelings.
You were the one who stared at me without closing your eyes for a single second.
But you were the one who set my dreams on fire.
You said you will ask your parent’s for lifetime commitment?
But I will ask you one thing, if you feel your parents will understand and decide your love, then why you fell in love?
If you know that story wont line up with an happy ending, then what made you do this?
It’s just the pain you mounted on my heart. You just broke my heart.
When you blamed, that it’s the caste, it hurted me like hell.
Answer me my love, what made you do this?
I was happy being single.
Then, why you disturbed my life with no reason?
Then, why I got so much acquainted with you for all season?
It’s was so easy, that you picked up different slices of life but why Castism you did my almighty?
In the bruising darkness just left with ashes of memories, lying my face down in ignorance.
You broke my trust for all the life time in my way.
But still you left the happy prints, as a hope of ray.
It’s because of you, Love forever fades away.
But still left with the mementoes of yours, reminded me every day!!

It makes no sense to
Withdrawals what left with yesterday
Anonymous love...
We await the return of the dead,
Wondering what is it on the other side!!
Yet.. Nobody comes, and nobody speaks to us,
Silence overnight,
Without croaking frogs, without sparkling stars..
Only an abstract panel,
Where the sky with the earth join in the line of sight
Hunger for beauty,
An explosive eager attached to the shoulders of gods,
While funeral prayers embrace yellow autumn leaves..
Then I asked you: do you remember when we infiltrated beneath the scrolls of time?
Ambigous destiny awaits my love
Oh, I got my soul in after life...

It was a chilly morning in paradise...
Autumn was already here...
A time for strange things to happen, as it is that time of year...
She was up most of the night, doing a write....
Regarding some hubs and her series titled "Legend of Fred "
Ahh the questions she had... rolling around in her head..
Were “where were her readers, her followers “ her Hubbers...?
They had all seemed to like what she wrote in the past..
But lately her hubs were falling so fast....
She had written articles on health and life..
perhaps she had targeted too much strife...
Maybe they wanted to read about food..
But when you're not a cook, that would be kinda rude..
Oh, will wonders never cease ?
So she decided she'd get some zzzzz's
She lay in her bed, not moving at all...
but breathing quite deeply, as I saw the covers fall...
So I stretched my muscles and walked ever so slow..
So as not to wake her , then I spied her big toe..
Sticking out from the blanket..it was such a temptation..
And with me having such a" foot fixation".. however...
She needed the rest , so she can finish her quest..
I have some thoughts of my own...
that I would like to share in a poem..
And I would be happy to help her.. but..
I don’t think the world is ready for me...
as I am a BLOGGING CAT.. you see
So I will close for now...everyone have a great week...as
I'm off to seek something that has a tweak and a squeak..

As I left madness in the desert
With empty guns and unresolved dilemmas
A sorrow but protective shield
Made sand dunes crossing me to safety.
Towards the autumn without you
I'm heading 'lone and taciturn
Mirage of icicle enclosed me
The carcass of my past revives
My tears can't shed, canteen is hollow
A joker's wild behind the wheel
The crossroad vanishes in sandstorms
As I am spit out to be skinned
*
I hear my giggles in green vineyards
As trees remember rusty games
The wind plays gutters in the night
Cranes fill horizon with their wave.
I need next rainstorm like the air
So it can flood my hopes for rivers
As bucks strike hunger in the wolves
I need to feel alive for winter...
*
Did I leave madness in the desert
Towards an autumn without you?
Or I just dreamed of freedom loosely -
A grain of gold on cacti' spines...

For Jennifer ( can't believe it's a year already)
Elegance and beauty, a caring heart and zest for life,
a loving mum and nanna, and of course, a perfect wife;
a very special sister, a treasured aunt and friend.
We recognised your need to rest as your days came to an end.
We shared with you such precious times, those memories will stay,
all we have to do is look, and you’ll not be far away.
Your radiance will start our day by way of dawn’s first light,
pushing back the sadness, replacing black of night.
We’ll see you in the morning dew that coats each waking leaf,
as you take away and purify all our tears of grief.
We’ll see you in the birth of spring, in blossom pink and white.
You’ll be the feisty wind that helps a child to fly his kite.
You’ll blow a little harder, to make him laugh and run,
then we’ll smile and say “she hasn’t lost her sense of fun”
You’ll cleanse us with your gentle rains to wash away our fears,
with the summer sun, you’ll warm our hearts and dry our tears.
The vibrant colours of your soul will be the woodland flowers,
you’ll be the fairy sugar plums that help us count the hours.
As autumn falls your hair will be the soft hue of the leaves,
we’ll hear your words of love as autumn breezes brush the trees.
As the depth of winter chills our fingers and our noses ,
we’ll see your fair complexion in the bloom of Christmas roses.
We’ll see you in the faces of your children as they smile,
we’ll hear you in the laughter of Chloe, Amber, Joe and Kyle;
in the lapping of the ocean waves upon the golden sand,
remembering the times you walked with Bernard, hand in hand.
We’ll see you when the evening brings the darkened skies,
each tiny diamond star lit by the sparkle of your eyes.
The soft and silver moonlight will be your gentle touch
to caress the weary faces of those you love so much.
You’ll breathe a silent lullaby that helps us all to sleep,
and as we drift into our dreams, thoughts of you are ours to keep.
*** 2 days before she died, following an unsuccessful bone marrow transplant, my beautiful
aunt asked me if I would write a poem and read it at her funeral. How could I refuse?? It
was an honour, but also one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. One year on, I miss
her so much and think of her daily.

I am not blue today, though I forgot.
I’m orange as the autumn leaves, blown astray:
Or, maybe a pumpkin with missing gut.
Seasons transform and summer fades away,
And seas hold the sun’s flag in disarray.
I hope sister Moon will rise, dressed in blue,
To alight the night with her lonely hue.
Though, I’d don the harvest gown, full and bold.
I miss those red-bikini days, it’s true,
When ideals, like cheap pearls, were bought and sold.

Alone I sit in a dreamy state
Remembering last night whilst I contemplate
We sat down to dinner looking out across the bay
Playing footsie under the table in loving display
Scented candles wafted their presence aired
Street orbs left us shadowed at the table we shared
The evening breeze on this Autumn day past
Whimpers as it settles, stillness at last
We arise, we walk along historic harbour walls
Amidst golden gowns, only leaves are now in fall
Waves lap the shores whilst birds voice overhead
Blending into the darkness as we wonder what's being said
Every so often we would stop to share a kiss
Knowing we have our tomorrow's fills me with bliss
Remembering last night whilst I contemplate
Alone I sit in a dreamy state
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-15.php

Fall’s fire is written on every deciduous tree,
A chorus of harmony displayed for all to see.
The first frost paints lace on the window pane,
Patterns and designs are never quite the same,
The smell of burning wood floats in the chilled air,
Signs that everything’s in place for a great love affair.
Come together and cuddle close by the roaring fire,
Sipping at hot cocoa, looking at your heart’s desire.
It’s time to settle down with that special someone,
Beachboys and parties of the summer are all done.
The spark burns brightly on this lovely autumn day,
Hoping this new simmering love beyond fall, will stay.
Written October 1, 2011
By Lee Ramage
For Michael J. Falotico’s contest
Falling in Love in the Fall
Won 4th place

Seasons of love
So clear and bright, in perfect tune,
The springtime of our youth was when
our love was as a silver moon.
The whole of life before us then.
The moon, thro’ time, would change her face
to summer red, and cast her glow
on joy, increasing with life’s pace,
And our sweet love, in steady flow.
A love so strong was ours to hold,
Like tempered steel forged in the fire.
Our moon was shining autumn gold,
No waning of our fond desire.
But when our winter moon turned blue,
You wandered down the shadowed lane.
My darling this I promise you,
At Heaven’s gates we’ll meet again.

It was always you
For love sings thy name
The cool wisp of blushing lips
The chorus of springtime's first kiss
Which my heart still proudly bares
Without refrain
I can still feel your smile
A warmth that spurns
Winter's deepest dire
Shivering fears erased
Imperfections embraced
By the fingertips of faith's fire
It was always you
Who stayed trembling skies
Summer tears lead astray
As jagged nights bled day
The hand of autumn assuaged
For you always held mine
Without refrain
You are the rock
That shields my soul
The mirror time cannot break
Nor I could ever mistake
For being alone
It was always you

With bicycles and a big shoulder sling bag
You were there, at the other side of my fence
Throwing the paper toward me with a smile
Awarded me with a wonder-stricken time lag
I remember, you were ten and I was eight
It was in 1940, our first met
So soon later we allied
And all these times, I always sure that it was truly a fate
I remember, it was on an anesthetize Sunday morning
You put a ring on my finger when I was just seventeen
We started riding our life together in a rollercoaster of emotions
For years you are my one and only paperboy prince charming
Today, on your grave that is shrouded by Autumn leaves
Knowing that our love surely went on endlessly
I smile and take another breath in the eyes of eternity
A splendor moment, for our memories, far away from griefs
~ Shirley Candy
Indonesia, 11/05/2013 05.36 AM

There are showers of leaves within our glen
Because autumn has come upon us
I go there often, each tortuous step
To remember and to imagine
You danced here in exuberant circles
Arms extended, whirling madly
Celebrating who you were in a moment of magic
Before laughing and collapsing upon the leaves
That God had painted for your pleasure
You tilted your lips to accept my kiss
And I consumed your beauty, gathering it
Into my soul like the promises of all the gods
And in that moment when your laughter faded
Into the softness of deep wonder
You were more beautiful than all your yesterdays
And birds hushed in worship of you
The breeze surrendered and the clock suspended
Because it was a moment indelible upon itself
I pause at the place where you danced
And examine the marvels of the new season
Of how the earth has dressed itself in gaudy colors
And realize that if I were God in constant creation
I would have made you no differently than you were
Nothing would I have changed for I saw you
Only in your perfection while blind to flaw or error
I saw you as the autumn leaf in all its brazen colors
But as I reached for it, the wind blew it away

Today,
The beggar woman on the corner held a sign that said:
"Dance Teacher, laid off, anything helps."
And in the 60 seconds my car sputtered indignantly beside her,
I watched the feral lines in her face
I imagined her skin was soft, and unobtrusively without confession
Swaddled in a thin gray sweater,
I romanticize,
That she threw this on, as she walked into the sharp Autumn air
Veiled in a gleaming burst of creativity.
Her body warm from her feet dragging across the floor
To the songs I secretly like
I ponder shamefully
How many pliés, and twirls and graceful arches with her arms
were made before tripping onto this corner?
Gossiping mouths of freeway on-ramps
That become our living rooms, kitchens and halls.
I love her anyway
When spectators throw dollar bills instead of roses
Out of cocoons
that smell of white mochas

Few years back I use to make Paintings
Mostly of landscapes
And sometimes, abstracts or portraits
The oil paintings which I use to make were such,
That anyone would have
Found them to possess and love
It was a season of Christmas and I was
Strolling, when I saw two beautiful poetry books
One on the season of Autumn and other on Christmas
It had a bunch of adorable world of poetry
So beautiful and so lovely
Printed with beautiful photos and scenes
The photo of Jesus was so enchanting
With His loving eyes spreading
The message of peace, love and humanity
One day when I was trying to draw a sketch
My brush started making on its own
A beautiful picture of Jesus
One evening, when that portrait of Jesus
Was almost complete
A Christian friend of mine saw that picture fine
He was overwhelmed with joy and love
And hugged me as if I was someone very fine
He asked me? If I can gift that portrait to a Church divine
I had felt a joy in making that beautiful portrait
But giving it for a place of shrine
Was the most wonderful feeling, one can cherish in his life time
He asked me to come with that portrait of Jesus Christ
And give that gift to his Church on Christmas Day
In the Church, where he was going to prey
I can never forget that Christmas day
While seeing that lovely portrait of Jesus
The priest blessed me with love, while tears in his eyes
I am not a Christian, but still I love Jesus
For all the kindness and love he gave to humanity
And pain and sufferings He faced for us
I still keep those two most beautiful poetry books
Like a precious treasure
And can never forget those lovely moments of sketching Jesus Christ.
Ravindra
Kanpur 29th Nov. 2009
Entered for Raul Moreno’s contest "The Deposition"
Note 1: This poem is based on my own true happenings. I am still
Keeping those poetry books published and printed in US around
1960’s and purchased by me second hand from a Magazine shop
Around 1965 as my most valuable treasure. But since a long
I am have not made any Paintings.
Note 2: Incidentally I have traced that Portrait now shining in the
care of my senior friend Mr. J F Patteson & brilliantly
preserved by him till now.

I loved it when you were learning
And practiced with adjectives at every opportunity
You would frame my face within your hands
And kiss me fiercely before announcing
“Happy kiss”
A kiss that had no special reason, coming as a sample
Proving the glow upon your face was real and marvelous
That you were at home, safe within my heart.
I loved your questions that confused me
“Shake hands and say How do you do . . . .
How do you do what?”
And you would wait for an answer with that cute frown
And there was no answer other than “That’s what we say”
“You’re crazy!” she’d respond. “Thank you, you’re welcome!
Welcome? Welcome to where, to what?
That’s what you say, right? English is for crazy people!”
You loved autumn above all seasons
Pointing and practicing, “Leaf . . . . bush . . . . torrente . . . .
“Stream,” I’d tell you and you would nod pertly
And repeat, “stream . . . . stream . That’s a pretty word.”
“Sure, and gonorrhea sounds like a South Sea island
English is crazy, remember?”
But you would ignore me and walk on muttering
“Stream . . . . torrente . . . . stream . . . . stream.”
That night we sat on the sofa
You with your legs tucked beneath you
And you took my hand with eyes teary bright
“Sometimes,” you said, “I want to lock the door
Never open for anybody. Food is not important
I just want to stay here, inside this place
Here, beside you, inside your arms
Because I am frightened of everything out there.”
Existence was defined by emptiness
Your side of the bed, the chair before me at the table
The seat belt dangling and your place on the sofa
Your side of the dresser, your towels on the rack
Your shampoo and your place to lay out clothes for tomorrow
Everything was abbreviated and nothing complete
Because reality knocked at the door
And everything you feared invited us to this moment

over waves of the sounds from the glass of the sea
comes a shreak that dispersed on a night that was cursed
and flys cold with a chill; it lands squarely on me
my eyes did turn quick and wonder about
crystal pale blue was the scenes only hue
hand to my head, filled now with doubt
but was there distress on that morn i awoke?
with the sands at my feet; on an air crisp with sleet
as the autumn sun's light had not yet full broke
the question that's posed in these ramblings you'll see
for she lay down beside during moonlight's high tide
why that night my love left, n'er a word spoke to me?

We met during winter
He 's a sophisticated jester
A twinkle on that saturday night
A nightingale on my sight
We became lover on spring
Love pours on rain and lightning
Marks on one way road
Shows like continuous chord
We shared love last summer
Under his expensive chandelier
Inside his enchanted place
I 'm like a princess blinded to his face
You leave me this autumn
In pieces and torn
Imprison to the feelings i have
In this pluasible love

for bruce springsteen...
it was a rain-swept monsoon day
way back then, so many moons away
when i felt the music strumming in my veins
setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins
you sang of simple truths,
your verse spoke to people just like me
in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night
as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight
'bobby jean' spoke to me
of that girl down the street
glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet
and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart
led me down further roads of thunder
when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on
and never to surrender
to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run
while i danced in the dark
with memories vivid and stark
even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark
and then a 'human touch' came along
and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song
and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes
as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies
in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned
as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned
and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up
working on a highway of scattered ideals
and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup
well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road
with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad
but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night
just like the ghost of that old tom joad...

Like the autumn goes…so it seems
I wonder how the leaves know
When to fall and drift away
Losing a loved one, is like that
Sometimes you know it’s coming
And sometimes it’s here and gone
As the heart is the one left to grieve
Wondering where and why
it feels so empty now
Love is fleeting, love divine
So the writers say, but still I wonder
Why love has to hurt so much?
Is it because true love costs so much
But gives ever more?
Or is it because of our old wounds
That we carry through our lives
Like a trunk of old photos and
memories we never want to keep
But somehow can’t throw away
Maybe the only way to really love
Is to really love, to give away
More than just a feeling, and more than
Just a greeting card, maybe
Love is something we’re born with
But are afraid to use
When at last we find love in the losing
Rushing through a side door.
Perhaps it was waiting for us, in some
sweet and sad disguise
Or maybe it comes upon a soul
Like an autumn mist

I lie awake in my bed
Staring at the spring stars above my head
I can't take me to sleep
I've been feeling so nostalgic
I've been missing all your magic
and what they do to me
I let the autumn rain drench my body
It's no use admiring the raindrops on my feet
I've been missing your smile that is oh-so sweet
How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again
Winter wind has me curling under your favorite quilt
You got me melting even with your scent
I've been listening to our kind of love song
This is the one we both used to sing along
Summer lights up the sky
It doesn't soothe me and i wonder why
I don't need a therapy
Just bring it back, the you and me
How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again
How many seasons must I have to wait
Must I believe that what we have is fate
How many more monsoons have yet to pass
How many miles more before this would last
Come home to me, Come home to me
Don't think about it and just come home
Come home to me

Goodnight, sweet dreams
Are the last words I hear from you before I sleep
You toss
I turn
Can’t get you of my mind to fall asleep
I call
You call
The lines jumble
And we try to go back to sleep
Good night, sweet dreams
I hear your voice ringing once more before I sleep

Watching love pass through these prisms be rain..
Trying to take hold, of his warm sun's rays; staring
Into longing's clouds as she sits and waits
While wiping love's tear from her lovely face ~
Angels gazing, from afar these stars their eyes
Melting amid her heart's, beautiful bright; radiance
This precious child, their endless light; she smiles
Knowing that one day her beauty, shall forever shine
By their side; no more lose, nor loneliness, nor ever pain ?
Change, while watching love pass through these prisms be....
Joyful rain trying to take hold, of the warm sun's rays; Cinderella.

I felt a shock, when you tossed me away,
Talking about the bad things, is all you can say,
You didn’t feel an ounce of bad for me,
You’re not satisfied seeing me on one knee,
My life story just went blank,
You had no problem pushing me off the plank,
I’m floating off at sea,
And it happening without you next to me,

Тhe ending winter broke
the last crystal day
I thank you for thee are
to light my inner flame.
The linden spread its planets-
a scent of spring and laugher
I thank you,dear,for you felt
despite them all, my order.
The winds with airy palms
are waving stifling wheat.
I thank you for the hands
wherewhit you swung my locks.
Ashy autumns shiver,
telling me to let you go,
but you catch every tremor
sighted by my stilly lips
And words not leaves are falling
Yes, this leafy autumn
for us is like an altar,
I swear,I need you to bear.
Look, silence already raps
at our foggy window.
I thank you for you're here
and still have faith in me.

As long as the sun shines in the morning, I will be there to wake you up with a smile
As long as there are stars in the sky, I will make the evenings yours and mine
As long as the moon brightens the night, In my heart I will hold you tight
As long as the birds sing and the flowers bloom, I will promise to bring you home.
As long as there is laughter today, There will be no tears for tomorrow
As long as the summer trees wait for the autumn leaves to fall but grow
As long as destiny permits to take nature’s love adieu
As long as time permits for me to lean on you
As long as firm shoulders are ready & with bended knees to carry through…
My love is waiting and will forever wait for YOU...I Love You.

* An Anaphora about hoping, living and loving...despite time and distance *

The dream Pegasus
Tonight my eyes do not make and feel the light
As a century of re crucifixion
To ride Pegasus in a injured dream
Muse comes on as bride without veil
In distress I close even the pipe- hole of the soul
the flavor of pain does not ruin the spring on Olympus
Oh remained the space that do not violate from anyone
Sacrifice of blue rhapsody in a autumn lethargy
Painful prelude to the contract with God
Tonight I want to suffer until the bone
Albanian cardiac vein to screech and sing through the Illyricum
Infinitely to love and never hate
And what about if I die asleep from fatigue
Does it matter why crutch fate in survival suffers bruises
Zeus heart do break where we planting and harvesting tears and nostalgia
Slave to love in feuds of this anti life
Captive of goodness above pantheon of a concrete symphony
on your wings bring me to kiss Hestia Pegasus

We lay beneath autumn trees
And autumn leave gently falls.
Laying beside you I'm lost in your eyes,
I'm lost in the presence of you
And autumn leaves gently falls.
We lay there and autumn breeze blow.
Would I trade this moment, no, no.
The rose in your hair is white like winter snow,
beauty lies before my eyes and sparkles glow,
And autumn breeze gently blow.
We lay beneath autumn trees,
We lay in love of autumn breeze.
We lay together in each other eyes,
We lay beneath the season of autumn sky.
Autumn breeze blow and leaves of autumn trees fell,
Staring in your eyes I see the unspoken love for me it tells.
Autumn leave, red, brown, yellow,
in autumn wind they rattle a love symphony of being hallow.
Small rays of sunlight,
between autumn trees had you glow.
And as we lay together beneath autumn trees,
softly in our love we watch a autumn day goes.

In a little corner of my heart I hold
Sounds and sights that I behold
Stories and tales I have never told
Fond memories I will have when I grow old
In my memories I see a face
So beautiful and charming, so full of grace
A face that changed my life in its entirety
A face I may never ever see
My memories are of an autumn glow
Of a palace, a garden, where time tends to slow
Where a church bell tolled and in prayer I knelt
Where the loving touch of an angel I felt
I was tired and dreary and full of sorrow
I had nothing to give, no love to borrow
My heart ached as punishment of my sin
My life had ended before it could begin
The angel dared me to dream anew
To mend my life’s torn muscles and sinew
To find love and share it with one and all
Not to lose heart and stand up if I fall
Since then I have learnt to live
Learnt to be happy and not to grieve
Learnt that a day always follows the night
Learnt that survive, I just might
My thoughts always go back to you
Oh Angel! What would I be without you?
All my happiness is a tribute to you
So let me just say, Thank you

In the orchard stood row on row
Trees adorned with colored balls
Decorating the meadow's rim
Like ornaments in Christmas halls.
Before the harvest we strolled there,
Slowly, on this autumn day,
When you shook loose your auburn hair
And beckoned me with furtive wave.
You held your basket with a smile
Knowing that you would beguile,
"Sir, fill this please if you so wish
with those apples carefully piled".
In the orchard stood row on row
Trees adorned with colored balls
Decorating the meadow's rim
Like ornaments in Christmas halls.
"Then I will make your favorite pie -
Celebrate the season's bliss
With cider and some eau-de-vie
And then, my Dear, a tart sweet kiss".
Inspired by Isaiah's contest and a 19th century painting
by Walter Boodle called "In The Orchard"

I am a kind of word spoken by the voice of nature
I am the element flying gracefully on a green pasture
I am a silent child in Summer and the brave child that Winter has believed
I crown the opening of the golden Spring and a gentle heart that Autumn conceived
I caress the majestic body of the flower as she announce the coming of the light
At nocturnal melodies, I dance with the birds on their lonely flight
The plains are full of the vibrant grace by those lovely flowers
As I embrace the early morning lovers
I cradle the spirit of the one who drinks wine
As he promenades with the swaying leaves of the vine
I am a dulcet entity whispered by a faint death
I am the little joy sang by a saddened health
I am the air breathed by a living man
and a mysterious knight to a crying little one
When the flower look high to never see her shadow
I escape through a broken, dusty window
To uplift her when she will feel me blow

Everything that's real passes me by
Cause I live on a sheet of paper
I could leave it anytime I want
Convincing myself there's always later
Writing about lives I've never lived
Scares me how I act beyond my age
As I'm fading into the background
Becoming a character on a page
In a fibrous bed
Is where I lay my head
The ink stains my clothes
Watch as I, decompose
I'm too young to think this way
I should live and feel everyday
Always goes back to the pen with me
Real life doesn't phase me and honestly
At times I prefer my paper world
Falling in love with artificial girls
Words can't break your heart, their with you from the start
Ink flows in my veins, to me it's just a game
I'm too young to think this way
Am I far too gone to be saved?
Just one marvelous frame in this world
My beauty is like the autumn leaves
Pretty to see, don't you know I'm dead?
Enshrouded by a blanket of make belief
Instead of trains I played with pencils
Literature in my box of toys
At 6 I held my books in wonder
Desire to intrigue, though I'm just a boy
I tire of real things
Pen holds my puppet strings
I have had enough
Poetry is my love
I'm too young to think this way
I should live and feel everyday
Always goes back to the pen with me
It's where I go to breathe and honestly
At times I prefer my paper world
Falling in love with artificial girls
Words can't break your heart, their with you from the start
Ink flows in my veins, to me it's just a game
I'm too young to think this way
Am I far too gone to be saved?
With enormous zeal
I burn oil by the desk
Drifting, fading, I
Become a child less and less
It's how I escape
This cold and earthly shell
Is it really me
You're talking to, can you tell?
Would you remember me like a good book?
At times I wish you would
See me as a work of art, a wondrous look
I really don't think you could
Instead of a box beneath the ground
I'm a mere mortal striving to astound
Put me on a shelf and put me in your head
Bits and pieces of me to look at when I'm dead
Would you remember me like a good book?
At times I wish you would...
Entered into the contest
"How Poetry Has become You"
Hosted by Michael J. Falotico

Pink cotton candy memories come dancing
on the autumn breeze. Every worry flees
as I ride starlight on the "Big Wheel", glancing
upon my waiting world, small in hindsight. Bees
buzz and birds swoon, a taste of moonlit kisses.
At the county fair, romantic dreams were his.
Now, a brown Teddy bear won for me does remain.
Sweet beginnings of our love, never to wane.

On this beach I walk with kindred,
In search of feelings I've always hunted,
Away from things that keep me haunted
Ah! to this lake that god has founded.
I tread golden sands till I see her face,
A face not seen before in this place,
One I've seen but in a dream of quick pace,
How within such a dream I'm held in her embrace.
I wonder toward this sweet temptation,
Tempted by her eyes scintillation,
Guided by some heavenly vocation,
Finally greeting with blushing elation.
Now we frolic in this lake that is sparkling,
Till the Ontario sun is no longer shinning,
Till the birds that soar above are no longer flying,
Till these crystalline stars are no longer hiding.
It's been two weeks since I've seen her face,
A face that my memory cannot erase.
Now walking these lanes in search of maize,
I see a face I haven't seen in many days.
Now we ride on this wooden boat for two,
Speaking of nothing but me and you,
Thinking and speaking of nothing but just us two,
Then
Years go by and we're still holding tight,
laying in a field under pale moonlight,
alone i gaze at eyes do bright.
And I say to you.
Even when I pass—
Promise that you'll keep my heart,
The one I give to you
on this beautiful autumn night.

The poet met the player in summer
When the days are long and the roses bloom
She rhymed the word summer with lover
And he smiled as his strings he tuned
The poet loved the player in autumn
When the trees turn as golden as sunbeams
And the player strummed and sang of freedom
And the poet compared him to a dream
The poet missed the player in winter
When distances seem to grow with the cold
There's much merit in words, but cold fingers
Do so beg for a lover's hand to hold
But the poet gave the player her heart
And that is the way the sweetest songs start

Autumn had
fallen, in her glory
Shades of garnet,
topaz and amber
We too, had fallen
in love together
True that feelings
can change
Just like the
seasons do
But our hearts are
immutable
Despite this love
being forbidden
While autumn holds
us in her arms
Jewelled colours and
thunderstorms
Shared across a
distance so far
But we love under
the same stars
They say nothing
lasts forever
We know that our
love is everlasting
And like the return
of every season
You are forever the
one
~ Karin Bole Tupper
The Eclectic Poet
27 May 2012

Did I ever think that distance
would have made me forget
everything that love meant?
Every passionate kiss
I gave you to delight your eager lips,
stayed on the mysterious lagoon
shining under the September moon
that crossed the starry universe!
No heart can be truly happy
letting go of every memory
that clung to yesterday,
what can make it stay?
When sleepless nights seem longer than days,
love should always remain true through absence!
I have tried to share it with another,
but it didn't feel the same or better;
the vision of your happy smile
carried me to a distant time...
when happiness made us feel fine,
breathing in the scent of pines,
walking on paths covered with roses!
Each thought and mile that separates us
is a reality that can only bring fright:
when we feel terribly blue and seem lost...
with no hands to hold and no lips to kiss at night,
but love should always remain true through absence,
and if desire ends, passion will leave the lonely heart!
t

....Whom strenghtens me.................................
My Father knows that this child's life has been strewn
Littered about with sorrows, sins and darkness ? Still these eyes
Behold his infant innocent; seven years old hearing about, Lord Jesus....
Amid the turmoil a life for their very first time: perhaps, and left wishing ?
Deliverence from that her starless night; love as light this, tiny heart
Twas not my road, of meant to be; a different passage was drawn for me: time
Etched her truth his spirit the valley, where tears shall fall: purity swept away and flesh
Fulfilling it's call; offering a scorpion in exchange these fertile eggs ? Vehement their cries when
The King did say, Woe unto you hypocrites, for you have taken away the key of knowledge....
An open sepulchre entering not yourselves ? High places black robes; convicting hades, your ghost.

We run up and down the planes, hand in hand,
Smiling, laughing, adoring the sparkle in your eye band.
We still question if this is reality or not,
But her beauty still blinds me so that we wouldn't be forgot.
She follows my eye, she follows my heart,
I knew I would follow her from the start.
Her skin on mine like my soul,
Her scent on mine like a thief stole.
Why does she keep treating me the way she does,
I no k don't deserve all her love and all her trust.
So I'll continue to smile and holing her in the meadow,
I'll keep holding her as if she were my own shadow.

LOST WORDS
When the breeze disturbed our desk one day
Between the bills and postcards lay
An envelope we'd half-forgot -
Slipped and fallen from a bigger lot.
Tied with ribbon weathered blue
And stashed away and lost from view,
The paper yellow, its perfume gone
Ink all faded, words almost none.
She stroked the sheet and traced down the fold
As the breeze moved the ribbon worn and old.
She said words are now replaced by glances -
Loves are only part romances.
We’ve loved so long we need no word -
Phrases murmured are no longer heard.
We looked out at the autumn and felt the frost.
I searched her eyes and knew nothing was lost.

Roar of the wind racing in a seeming halt.
A sudden rainstorm it is.
A salutation farewell to a mournful of two hearts,
Which formerly fused with love and cherish.
All the trees shed their leaves.
As they feel canticles of the broken hearted.
Sing delighted now is the devil,
For he sees another soul to seduced.
Shortly afterward in time to come,
There were a lover lying lifeless.
Covered with the golden leaves of ferns.
An evening, with poems and songs and death.

Every Autumn you come to me
Like a haunting ghost
The vision is surreal
But the deep scar is bleeding
The deeper the cut opens
The pain radiates through my breath
You will forever be my unfinished business.
-Heather Boardman

The generation’s pass now through your eyes
The spirit of what is gone now will arise
And in a better place free from lies
A gentle spring is all I could ask for
The softest rains and the mystical breeze
Our hair would blow in waves like the oceans
My backyard held adventures and mysteries
The speed and light went racing past obstacles
I can’t even see the past or my miseries
The summer hit me and fled while I watched it go on
Never knowing how we would be
And in my darkness I am still weeping
Consciously I’m constantly seeking
Remembering days brought back from the seasons
And feeling your spirit with me is healing
The chill in the air passed through me so willfully
My heart and stomach dropped down so distantly
The luscious grays kept me from blending into
A fall of emotions ranked with virility
The winter reveals loss for our loved ones
Its icy truth pushes strong while freezing the weak
Some can go again with a mind full of optimism
The rest will die alone with the meek
And in my darkness I am still weeping
Consciously I’m constantly seeking
Remembering days brought back from the seasons
And feeling your spirit with me is healing

Nerves in a jar, my life is a mess
I hurt form this world as my poem suggests
Cut from a rose that smells no more
Healing like a dove thats flown shore to shore
What became of our love thats anybodys guess
We forgot about thinking, now about what comes next
Some of the times I will remember more I will forget
It hurts today tommorrow I will give it my best
My head becomes heavy my mind becomes my nest
What to do with all of the love I have here hidden in my vest
Come to my sences my heart in my hand
I think about all of the things that I can
My now today I understand
I can will you the love to better comprehend
From here I wish you the world
The universe a best
Untill you are willing
The person beside me is only a guest

He captured her charm
Serenity and intelligence image
Frequent glances
From the canvas then back to her face
Asking her not to smile
Was like asking her not to breathe.
Patience isn’t her best trait
^
What’s in a smile? Beauty
And everything! Apparently
Such a shame it wasn’t image of a young woman
In her prim,
The one whom
Everyone got to know and love
^
Her strong features, her openness,
Transcend the warm of a morning rose bulb,
Blooming openly in the spring,
^
He paint the colors of an autumn theme
Instead of a warm spring;
The shape of her face,
The curve of the lips
Strong feature,
Yet, so inadequate
To be future queen

WILL I STILL MAKE YOU SWOON
We walked hand in hand,
On a crisp autumn eve.
...Both gazing up
At the pretty colored leaves.
.
Though we had only met
Just a short time ago.
I was struck by an arrow
shot from Cupids bow.
.
I was not looking
For a long time love affair.
Had my turn at failure.
Felt again I would not dare.
.
Seems that the same words
Came rolling off your tongue.
Said you were hurt before
When you were very young.
.
Said you were leery
Of anyone you meet.
Then you lifted up my spirits
When you said "I'm kinda neat"
.
Asked if you would like
To have a warm cup of tea?
When you said yes,
Surprised the heck out of me.
.
You had the green tea,
And I ordered black.
The things one remembers
As your mind wanders back.
.
Well we've been together
Now so many years .
Had so much happiness
Yes, and even shed some tears.
.
But I still can see
That twinkle in your eye.
And I still get excited
When I hear your sigh.
.
So how about a walk?
For it’s a crisp afternoon.
When I whisper that I love you.
Will I still make you swoon?

Falling in love, then parting away
I’ve been repeating such relationships
Examining my memories thoroughly
I would seek sweet shadows
I can taste the sweetness of the past
Although you are no longer with me
I’ll be alright
If I shut my eyes
I believe
I believe I will see unchanging love
When you’ve gathered the light of spring make the flowers bloom
Gaze at me in the summer, where the moon floats atop the sea
Warm the autumn winds
As well as the winter snows with your style
Four seasons with your love
Once again
Promises based on desire alone
Will fade with tone
Can you feel me underneath your skin?
Considering that we love each other so,
As long as we believe that, yes….
No matter how far away you may be
Come for me on a night when the spring flowers slumber
Leave a message on the summer beach
Warm the autumn rain & winter tears
With your unembellished love
Four seasons with your love
Within my dreams
Let us hold the flow of time in our hearts just the way it is
The days the two of us spent together will soon be a memory
Even love & dreams will be forgotten, left behind
Warm them, no matter what day it is
Four season’s with your love
Four scene, four four seasons
Deep within my heart
Four scenes, I’ll be alright
Four scenes, four four seasons
Four scene, stay with me...
Inspired by my friend "Sami .K."...

Twas the Autumn of two thousand and nine
Landing in London, with my dearest best friends
Aside my side and John, joking about Sarah's wild hair
As Tristen enjoyed his drink Karistia, gazing out the window...
..."In`Progress." *

When you and I are lost sweet moments
fading in Time's book,
And ageing eyes gaze back in time
to see that special look,
Will we smile to see the fashions
we once dared to wear,
In our minds relive the passions
that still linger there.
Will our emotions be as strong
when dreams are far away,
And cinders deep recall the glow
of love by fire-play,
And chasing down the Autumn street
where laughter breaks the chill,
When youth was bright and love made light
of climbing heartache's hill.

Did the world truly exist-
Before we loved?
With Mutual delights,
Shining splendor,
And dreams select;
An autumn day you appeared
As my falling star searing brightly
Across the black midnight sky,
Where all my wishes were;
Say you love me,
If only for this day,
And if I whisper back, “I love you”,
Will you consider to forever stay?
Your loveliness a stronghold,
While I trace your loving warmth -
My arms gather your body’s form,
My heart knows no other yesterday,
While in our tenderness we lay.
No masks to wear,
No games to play,
I vow my love for you
Never to betray,
The fruit of my honor
I give to thee, and only thee.
I’ll long for you forever,
I pray your love grows
Designed merely for me,
And every day I await your love-
This you will eternally see.

Across from this municipality by the bay
I silently stand here
Looking deeply upon the open waters
Currents that make there way
Beyond the moon reflecting tide
The colourful lights....
Stillness drowns, the sounds all around
What a pretty montage, the skyline seems
Before my searching eyes, these images....
Turning inward, toward the depths of my mind
This quietness of floating, through time
With these metal laced wings
Weighing my spirit, to this place!
Caught within a world that I have never belonged....
But oh how it looks so lovely
Such portraits upon the wall
Except for these ones here
In black pearl frames; blank....
Center stage; as they stare back at me
Fireflies with fangs, swarming above the waves
On their way atop the jangled, turbid turquoise sea
Towards the glitter and the dreams
In the nighttime....You stand there?
Until one day you finally find
Reality....
Is but an illusion
Played amid varied and disappearing shells
This flicker of light; this vapor of sight
Beautiful chords of enticing pastel shades
Vanishing behind, a fog shroud mist....
These turning currents; which sweep towards the dissertings despair
With invisible brush strokes; charcoal
Splashed upon this absorbing canvas
The crimson crawl; changelings, like a disease
Clinging shawls....
Turning bright to bitter red
While the concerto plays on, its joyous song
And metal laced wings, fall from me
Beyond the skydome, of tangible tides
As poison basted water lilies....
Beckoned beneath the solidago; smiling
Pointing to all their pretty pictures
Before the fireflies with sharpened fangs
Hung their veils....
Upon the black pearl frames; blank
Chanting their songs, alluringly, to them all
As the dashed of fallen things, fell; set my soul free
A new tune to compose, that shall never fade, away
While looking across the panthered purple waves, towards the city
Tides turning from arcane blue, unto another hue; Now rising....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Red Rabbit!?

Autumn is over and winter approaches
The leaves are dying and falling
Onto the ground and then beneath the earth
To begin a rebirth for the new year
Autumn is the time of year I fell in love
He was my friend, my lover, my life
We used to walk in the sunshine and rain
Enveloped in his arms I could stay forever
My hand he would hold almost too tight
He too was happy and afraid all the same
For was our love enough to endure
My time on earth was almost spent
We married one late November day
The skies were full of snow to fall
We gently said our I dos and became man and wife
And then it was time for me to go
We said our goodbyes and held each other tight
He was afraid to let me go one last time
I held his face and memorized all I could
To carry on my next journey beyond
Winter is over and spring approaches
The leaves are budding and turning green
When he looks up to the sky and misses me
One beautiful autumn leaf falls gently to his feet

I was born on a snowy day
not cold at all
in my parents' embrace
as love surrounded me.
I walked in the spring
with a bit of chill
but warmed by the beauty burgeoning
as trees dress in green, the air fragranced filled.
I walked in the summer
with the sun in my eyes
Tear filled by the joy of nature
as I walked with you by my side.
I walked in the fall
with great wisdom
for all that I learned, the value that I know
what remains is the love I feel and own.
And the cold gave me the strength to endure
learning to stay warm inside
And the beauty of youth
gave me the dreams that I could fly
Through summer's heat and thunder storms
I learned that love is what makes it all worthwhile
And in the Autumn I felt no fear
For God had carried me all the while.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright 12/01/11

There’s a nip in the air and it’s time to be scary
as goblins and gremlins abound;
monsters, the un-dead, in hideous costumes
who stumble, yet don’t make a sound.
But Hannah and he went as Arthur and Guinevere,
friends ever since second grade,
thinking that they would get oodles of loot
for the cute little couple they made.
Appealing to parents, romantics at heart,
who had suffered too much from the gore,
they were stately and regal, dressed up to the nines,
representing two sweethearts of yore.
Judging by weight, and the shape of their booty,
they got way far more than their share,
jack o’ lanterns were sputtering, sparklers died out
as they strolled, hand in hand, through the square.
Sifting through carefully, sorting their stuff,
he was looking for two Hershey’s Kisses,
he found two in bottom, beneath a crushed Kit-Kat,
an omen, a moment of bliss.
They ate them in silence as he walked her home
‘neath the oak trees on Old Orchard Grove,
on that chill Autumn eve as he kissed her good night
they felt warmth, the first inkling of love!

will you splash color
of this dismal grey I dwell
for autumn wind has called silence
and weary bones shall tell
as I crawl from this covering
of twigs and leaves of demise
to reach your loving sanctuary
in possibility of life
I pause for a mere moment
to reflect of hope I've touched
for you my loving sunlight
my death has found rebirth
______________________________

Every life tells a story.
An open book of love, joy and mourning,
wind, rain and storming.
Search for the truth,
sweeter than the passion fruit.
Some things are better left unsaid.
Silence instead.
One less broken heart for me my friend.
Gone, gone away from me,
like the autumn leaves that fall from the tree.
So free, so free.
Time will find a way to numb all pain.
Don't call my name.
The red rose you gave me wilted in the rain
What a fragile song of misery,
this life that told a story.
I am tired of the luminous glow that fades.
The brilliance in my life that you erased.
Run, run away.
Far away.
Like the eagles fly, one less lie, one less lie.
Yeah! Every life tells a story,
like an open book of morning glory.
One less broken heart for me.
Gone, gone away from me.
So many fish in the sea.
Big fish in the sea.

Where else can I find a need to belong?
Where else can I find the seed for a song?
Where else can my heart beat surely in time?
Where else can I find someone to call mine?
When did I stop searching for love?
When did the autumn discover the dove?
When did my heart no longer retreat?
When did I find a promise so sweet?
Who’s always there to answer my call?
Who’s always there to cushion my fall?
Who’s always there when all seems unfair?
Who’s always there to show that they care?
No place without you could I ever find
The answers to questions, that run through my mind
Where else, when did, and who’s always there ---
The answers have meaning as long as you care.

Gloom used to be so familiar to me,
A second cousin once removed, with similar eyes
And my own tangled hair
We used to have long conversations in the dark,
And stroke each other’s faces,
Mourning the loss of joy’s bright dancing limbs
And when the dawn light broke we would shudder,
Collectively, and huddle beneath the duvet
Ah we were such good friends, gloom and I…
But then as the years passed I began to resent his presence
Began to hate his guts
And eventually I kicked him out of bed –
I thought – forever…
Celebratory days passed, in a blur of unfamiliar happiness
All sparkling and gilded and glowing with infantile delight
I threw myself into being normal, loved every minute –
Until the day came when I met you,
One suffocating autumn night,
And Gloom rubbed his hands together in glee –
Knowing that he could follow you and worm his way back into my heart
Clinging to you like a leech until he could slip inside me
And colonize once again the mansion he had lived in;
The grim black walls of my gothic heart
So you see, my love, I have a lot to hate you for
Because not only did you break down my walls
But you let the darkness in…
And not only did you leave me cold and weeping
But you gave me despair for a friend…
So run away, darling, while you still can –
Because rage smolders in my heart, and the grim desire for revenge…

tattered, yellow napkin
softly settles into the murky lake
as it absorbs it's last spill
our names in gold, still legible
this ring, never fit, seldom worn
"I love you" etched innermost
I know you do, I just couldn't say it much
now I can, but you don't hear
it's cold out, especially on the water
our favorite time, autumn's change upon us
our old craft, tattered sail I told you I'd fix
before your birthday that never came
now why bother, It's the final voyage
a muted splash as the ring follows
and I sit, shivering silently in the blue dusk
the cold urn between my knees
now raised, and poured
a cloud of dust, your earthly remnants
ashes to ashes to water to earth
our dreams unlived, dissolved like you
in the muddy waters we once loved
nothing left for me: no us, no time
I follow your lead, but not softly, not muted
a last gulp and it's really not bad
Sinking, thinking, wishing
watching our boat bobbing beneath
silence is screaming, I gasp
I'm warmed as I see your smile.

Twixt Autumn graves and still waves
wrapped in silent beauty she sleeps
Violet hue and faint dew
in her heart my love she keeps
Resting now after the battle
she had fought hard to save me
Fallen 'tween the columns and tombstones
none can wake her, only she
Will she ever wake?
What will it take
to bring her love back to me
Tomorrow is a luxury she forsakes
even as my heart breaks
She slumbers and together we will never be

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
when the fall gives its rights/
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/
…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” /
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/
…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/
And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….
I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.

The song she sang of morning, sweet with life,
And how she walked the mountain ridge to bathe
Her flawless form in sparkling springs;
Blackberry hair fell sleek to statue shoulders,
Pale and marbled breasts brushed by the strands,
Her parted lips sighed of wondrous things.
Eyes that glowed of chestnuts, glittered
Flecked with glints of rain and melting ice,
Blazing sheen of autumn fire;
And the smile, spreading arc of sensuality,
Wrenched the hearts of men with sweetest pangs,
Invested them with tenderness, desire.
All the world bowed down, her intellect and beauty,
Young and as close to perfection’s ideal
As the earth could hope to hold;
But ultimately sadness, the black spot, mushroomed,
Nestled hidden in her brain - it took her out one day
And laid her rest when life grew cold.

The beauty I see in things
makes me so sad....
For when I find something beautiful,
It may never be quite that way again.
A summer day
an autumn breeze
a color in a sunset....
your warm hand held in mine.
Why do i still hear your name....
in my head....
Faint,
tired....
so tired.....
almost dead.
My soul still whispers to God for you
without me even thinking....
So thoughtless,
hopeless,
longing,
sadly dreaming.
Unbearable.......
That sweet old dream of being in your arms
my frame stood secure in yours
You were thin and warm and sturdy.....
soft coat of yours so cozy.................
Your face emanating ‘happy’....
Too soon, you began to fade away......
In tears I closed my eyes
and held on tight.....
Oh, I couldn’t bear to watch you disappear again
But I felt it, all right.....
Your memory....
I’ll stuff in the dark of my mind
in an ebony box
And keep it so tightly shut....
Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood
And thus my healing has begun.....
But I’ll still be on the run.........
No love deserves to live so long...
then die alone, so painfully.
Never again will this soul feel so trapped---
so helpless----
and so...........free......................
sorrylittlesharky.com

if ever there were the perfect form...
it would be the circle...
you and I, standing alone...in the center of our own universe
while over us, an early autumn sky, newly washed by rain
and the circle of the harvest moon dripping flawlessly, with amber light....
________________________________________

Had you known I was their
Would you have seen me saw
Yr' running beside a flock of birds
My black wings beating
To the inhale and exhale
Of yr' every breath
And should I stop..
Would you have stopt'
To watch for shadows
Of my passing
Or would you have let
The rapid snap of my feathers
Propel you faster forward
Toward the wood
Holy unaware I love
The brittle crush
Of Autumn leaves
Beneath your feet
If I had been that bird
Would you have freed your mind
And dared to dream of worlds
Where every stride is stanza
Every path a poem of our endurance
Or simply passed me
Bye

When I first saw her,
her golden complexion caught my eyes like the gold of an autumn day.
She moved so freely and gracefully with charm and beauty.
When she touched me I felt the drum beat ( thumpidy, thump, thump ) pounding
in my heart.
I knew right from the start, she was my solitude of passion.
The door of my heart was open,
she stepped in and behind her she gently closed it.
My thoughts vanished like a rainbow under the sun.
Me saying welcome, come in and love me!, love me!, love me!
take away this desire that grows deep!, deep!, deep!, down inside of me.
My conversation with her was like we had spoken many times before.
As I got to know her I started to feel those old!, old!, old!, feelings of love again.
When I first kissed her it was like, my first kiss and my hundredth kiss combined.
The kiss was an allusive illusion, and erotic, but yet like we had kiss ninety nine
times before.
Her lips against mine, my lips against hers trying to grasp her soul.
Still when I kiss her that feeling exist.
Still when she touches me that drum beat ( thumpidy, thump, thump ) pounds in
my heart.
By
Jay Johnson

Those Distant African Nights...
1.
The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,
a cool breeze teasing your bare back,
streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,
as my hands stroked your hair,
kissing your soft mouth,
holding you,
ever so tight.
2.
You whispered that you loved me,
and I kept silent,
the rain fell,
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,
the breeze teased your naked back,
you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,
the rain washed over our tender nights,
lightning and candlelight,
etching poems on your burnished skin,
yet,
a fear gnawed at me,
deep within.
3.
We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,
now, after numberless thunderstorms,
the rain that falls,
echo the countless tears that I have shed.
4.
You are long gone,
far away,
happy, I pray,
yet the memories persist,
those precious moments shall never,
ever,
like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,
and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,
for it was I who was not worthy,
then,
and it is I who is not worthy,
now...
5.
You were always true,
it was I who always,
always,
refused to,
to give myself,
completely to you.

Rock ...
Rock ...
The dry leaves crackle under our blanket
One of only two sounds that find me
The other is her
Rock ...
Rock ...
Pure and lovely
Wanted and wanting
She is all
Rock ...
Rock ...
Skin against skin
Joy upon joy
We find heaven for a time
Rock ...
Rock ...
There is no pain and we suffer not
There is only Us
Us and the autumn leaves
Rock ...
Rock ...
I can not tell her sweat from mine
Everything is as one
As our bodies
Rock ...
Rock ...
I hear my name on her lips
It sounds natural
It feels right
Rock ...
Rock ...
Her hair dances across my face
It smells of strawberries
Strawberries and Us
Rock ...
Rock ...
I feel it and her body tenses and trembles
I see the passion being excised
I see the pleasure become too much
Rock ...
Rock ...
It rolls over me and I lose control
For a moment I feel one with the entire world
I hear her playful laugh
Her shy laugh
Her dirty little girl laugh
Rock ...
I fall to the blanket
The crunching leaves greet me
With dry and welcome applause
I love her
I love her
I think that she loves me, too

above an autumn's moonlit sky
'twas there in flight, a hurtled star
then visions land as from afar
what wants 'came focused on mind's eye
was it shining gold that called?
a better man it's left enthralled
fame and power? the skill to jest?
so many dreams, thy brain was mauled
but out from selfish musings sung
a thought so single, bright, and true!
on crisp night air I felt it hung
it melted over, then I knew
for next to me my lover strode
i wished for us a sweet abode

My letters, somewhat unrealistic and poetic, have always been sweeter
than long kisses, making you fee happy and float on sun-lit clouds,
but little did I know that you secretly flirted with guys on Tweeter;
read this last one...your unfaithfulness is obvious and can't dispel doubts!
Hear the ugliest words from my angry mouth...
once they were the notes of songbirds, now they've turned very bitter,
but you like them waited for Fall to migrate South;
selfish, selfish heart you ran from me when snowflakes sprinkled the air!
This coming winter will be my loneliest, I won't have any of your kisses;
I'll sit alone and watch the first snowfall and hear the Northern wind hiss!

Winds are changing,
So are trees.
Love is leaving,
How ‘bout me?
Branches broken,
Tossed are we.
Hearts aren’t woven,
Love’s not free.
Clouds are shifting,
So’s the breeze.
Love is leaving,
How ‘bout me?
Snow is waiting,
Cold are we.
Future’s baiting,
Save not me.
Winds are changing,
So are trees.
Love is leaving,
How ‘bout me?

My dreams are falling apart
In Your hands, I pray (for joy), "Take heart!"
You are the stars - searing my
Soul is kneeling to the ground
Trace my future and take wing
Towards the pathway...You find peace
You are an angel in my--
Heart is bleeding soundlessly
Above land...I mourn so sweet
I am the clouds - carrying a
Gallon of grief...release me!
Place me in fields of love and
Forgive me and lift me up
You are the heavens to my--
Heart is beating profoundly
Without Your heart's joyous song
You are the sun - nourishing
My lambs are grazing around,
Roving in fields of splendor,
Enlightening the darkness
You are an apple to my--
Eye is grieving...losing sight
Of Your glory...I feel lost
You are the lake - sparkling with
Delight and Luck! Bring us home!
Grow like a morning glory
In the autumn time, You thrive
You are valuable to my--
Eye is twinkling...praying for
Insight...yearning for Your sight
You are the hills - guiding my
Mind is longing for your mirth--
Restoring peace to my verse,
Sprouting forth grace and freedom
You are the train tracks, bearing--
My train of thought...making my
Steel spirit connect with Yours
You are the valley - between
The mountains guarding us all,
Building strength to fragile bones,
Welcoming a stream of hope
You are my map - lending me
YOUR helping hand I would take
Now, I could take Your challenge
You are like a maze filled with
Mysteries conceal the truth;
I fight with all of my might
And I BEG for Your mercy
To mend my once blissful dreams!
How I long for Your mercy...

Autumn and its falling leaves PART II
Some trees leaves were more lucky and blessed
To feel the touch of snow in winters on hills
And enchanting fragrances of flowers on plains
Without complaining and regretting any thing
They whispered, about their lovely days and nights
They were happy about their stay on trees
Their love for rains and longing for breeze
Their yearning for dance, music and Sun’s feel
In Autumn, when trees are shedding leaves
I love to watch the falling of leaves
Some other leaves murmured to me a different fate
When I was moving amid a scattered tree shade
In a semi desert forest away from my home
The leaves here were of different colors and shapes
They had little fate to attract the clouds and shower
Still during the time of their short fly in the air
They too were smiling while departing from the air
In Autumn, when trees are shedding leaves
I love to watch the falling of leaves
The leaves were murmuring their story in my ear
Their journey to this world and their returning
While singing they told how they lived a life full of love
Caring for others without thinking for themselves
Loving their friends and loving the God
Was the secret of happy life, they wanted to convey
“If you want to be always happy, just follow my way”
They lived a life full of life and were parting without a sigh
Even while parting from the company of their fellow locks
Who were still singing and dancing on trees in the sky
What a peace I saw on these parting leaves
Although they knew, there was no one to sing
A song in their memory and no one to weep
In Autumn, when trees are shedding leaves
I love to watch the falling of leaves
But Alas! This autumn
While moving amid my favorite trees
I found some not very strange leaves
In a stage of agony and freeze, before saying adieu
They were falling with pain and were crying
And were murmuring the cruelty done by humans
With Nature and with its enchanting children’s*
And by madly cutting mans best friend trees
I still walk in my favorite season of autumn
And try to hear the murmur of autumn leaves
To keep the humans apprise about the agonies of
Trees and their darling flowers and leaves.
Ravindra
Kanpur 24th Nov. 2009
* Air, Water and Earth

I love reading,
reading soothes
my mind, and
take a lot off of
my mind. Reading
is my only weapon to
escape from this crazy
world, without reading, I'd
go insane, more or less die,
reading gives me something
to do when Briana isn't
there. When I read,
I see pictures of the story,
and I go in their world.
It's like I'm crazy, and
everyone else is normal, but
really I'm just like everyone else.
Reading is Exhilarating,
I love reading.
Reading is my friend.
The stories I love most
are mysteries, action,
Suspense, and a little romance.
I am my mom's little
bookworm, and forever I will
Stay. There's nothing more
awesome than
reading on a cold winter
day, you can also read on a
hot summer day, it doesn't
matter, you can even read
on a cool autumn day.
You can read anytime, and
at any place.
I LOVE READING!
Always~N~Forever, Briana Lynn Palmer
~Dustin's Loving Wife!~
9-21-11

Midnight in the garden.
Spring thrills of trial,
error and discovery
pruned, watered, and fed.
Familiar now
fruits ripening
promising bounty
for autumn harvest
and late winter sowing.
We sway
embraced
by the still warm breeze
gently rustling the leaves
and our souls
satisfied.

my mark is fresh like snow in air
brisk and mist will crisp on hair
fists ball up from risk to care
whisper and stare but all is fair
love and reason, flow like seasons
the endings blending and quite seeming
parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming
half is seeing, the other believing
eyes align and beats will sync
eyes a line for heat to sink
taken quickly for a fall
lovers stroll through memories' hall
echoes stir sight and scent
my senses flight keeps suspense
until logic teaches what it meant
all good things come to an end
summer lighting longer days
more hours to burn for lovers lay
precious tokens we hope to stay
from constant change or parting ways
spring into action to save those astray
a few more years can cost a pay
with lives and sacrifice displayed
perhaps tomorrow will be okay
years can fly like clouds in sky
feelings revealing what to decide
and just like that were back to try
to love the same until we die

What is this I hear,
My bare-chested horseman drawing near?
He may be a simple farmboy to most,
But he can steal my breath more effectively than any ghost.
You see him all sweaty and bare-chested,
The only one who can ride my anger when it is crested.
He does things to my body,
That is so delicious and naughty.
With a single word he takes me to the farthest stars,
With a single touch he sends me past Jupiter and Mars.
He loves to drive fast,
A demon that will love 'til the last.
He kisses me,
As coolly as the Autumn breeze.
I am the only one who can ride,
His wonderous tide,
Of passion he holds inside.
His muscles alone make me whimper and scream,
He is my hold world, my dream.
When he takes me as his wife,
And we start a new life...
We will ride bareback in the rain,
Yet my hunger for him will never wane.
I will love him throughout my years,
My farmboy who will dry all of my tears.
When we get to the land of Milk and Honey,
Won't it be funny...
To see my beautiful farmboy ride a horse down the street of gold,
Me right beside him no longer a lost soul.
MO:DPS

Fall is my favorite time of year.
I just love when you ride in the country and see all the pretty colors of leaves on the trees.
See the kids having lots of fun jumping up and down as the autumn colors fall to the ground.
The air is so crisp and clean and you feel alive.
The wind blowing through the trees is so nice to hear.
Children everywhere running and jumping with such a cheer.
Fall brings out the child in us all.
Not too far behind is the holiday season
we all look forward to.
Bright lights, decorations, toys and all,
But nothing could come close then watching
the fist snowflake fall.

stopped the cross look
when walking out & down the steps
(humming a song within),
did a little jig to miss the cracks when
progressing along the sidewalk
(making sure as to not “break momma’s
back),
sure was in his/her better Autumn
dancing gear
(waiting for others with the energy---
full of song & love in the heart) &
there weren’t enough frowns in
the afternoon overcast that could
shed dark down upon her/his
impending afternoon delight
(now the world is said oyster if said
eater digs the oysters),
kicking her/his kicks like it’s going
out of style, ipod ringing a special
rhythm (new favorite song---connecting
him/her with everyone),
don’t need to be in front or even part of
a crowd when the selves when the
selves are getting down
(making a scene in order to be seen),
when the sun shone down &
park benches full of folks
start to come alive,
come alive, come alive,
come live, come alive!
s/he paid tribute to all the artists that
s/he adored when
s/he killed that ego in the alley on
her/his way to work,
falling in love with those dancing
with her/him, casting out those
trying to do him/her in & for a split
second (long enough to set a precedent
for a lifetime in perspective),
started to really enjoy
life.

I took a walk along the path of memories,
Somewhere filled with shadows of "you and me".
And as the breeze echoed your laughter,
As the wind whispered my name with your voice,
As the lake reflected a picture of us together,
I looked around me and saw...
the beauty of spring we never shared,
traces of summer we spent apart,
autumn leaves falling as I stand there alone,
showing signs of winter....
...bringing memories of you.
Seasons change,
And your world has change with the seasons.
Yet something inside me remains the same.
New life may bloom each spring,
the sun may smile upon you each summer,
nights may last longer each autumn
and the snow may cover memories each winter.
But my heart...
it always speaks of you,
it always beats for you,
unchanging...
My heart belongs to you...
Still.

YOUR LOVE HAS BLOSSOMED INSIDE OF ME LIKE A FLOWER IN THE SPRINGTIME.
OVERFLOWING LIKE APRIL SHOWERS WITH THE SCENTED MAY FLOWERS.
YOUR BEAUTY SHINES FROM WITHIN LIKE THE SUN AND THE RAINBOW COMBINED.
GLOWING WITH A TOUCH OF THE MORNING DEW SO CRISP AND DELIGHTFUL.
YOUR PRESENCE BRINGS OUT ALL THE COLORFULNESS THAT YOU BRING NEVER A DULL MOMENT.
COOL LIKE AN SWEET AUTUMN AFTERNOON EVERY LEAF REPRESENTS YOUR BEING AND EVERYTHIING THAT YOU ARE ABOUT
YOUR HEART IS SO DELIGHTFUL TOWARDS MINES LIKE A WINTER WONDERLAND WITH SNOWFLAKES FALLING ALL AROUND SO TENDER.
ALL OF THESE PETALS SYMBOLIZE THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU AND THE FEELINGS THAT I HAVE FOR YOU!

My will not to break down brought me here ...
Impatience is becoming stronger,
My mind becoming so unsorted.
Can't wait till He walks along with me,
The feeling that hes by me.
When the sky's dark,
All dogs come to bark.
When the stars are out,
Or when the clouds create a blackout.
Raising freshness through air,
No one is to despair.
Atmosphere abundance ,
Till next morning leaves come to dance.
By that time me and him will be after trance,
Of being together,
Possibly in romance.
A new commence.
Being together,
I wish not to rush,
All I need is him next to me.
The rest will sort itself.
I have no doughs to knowing if it's worth,
It's an opportunity ...
To make best of it I need confidentiality.
I must although be myself,
Without stress without planning.
Just letting the beauty of moments go flying.
Smile if any awkwardness..
Stick to his Lovely Sweetness.
I'm going crazy,
Without him I'm hazy.
Often covered in thoughts,
I end up being called lazy.
It's not his bad influence,
But my feeling of loneliness...
Once I meet in a couple of days,
I will realise if he got the keys,
To unlock the futures beauty rays.
See if me and him can stand up tall,
Be there for each other every call.
Although this all needs time to form.
No matter how easy or how much storm.
I don't lose strength in hope,
Brought me here to him.
Will keep guiding,
And I hope to keep on Thanking.

Mnemosyne's colour wheel glitches through August,
on that candid orange the dogs howled into
during our autumn countdown.
When we still had a countdown.
When we still had August.
I remember the moonlight traveling westward
and seeing your face lined with silver.
I remember Artemis taking an emergency exit and landing,
landing in the closest pool of warmth. You, you, you.
And I remember dreaming. I remember testing
what the world was like outside of you.
The singed leaves remind me how to breathe
on this street, the same way you used to.
I am learning about the ashes.
Sometimes we must burn the atlas
before charting ourselves from scratch.
Sometimes love must die, first.
In heaven's attic, even angels lose their meaning.
Returning only, when someone remembers:
the attic is still a part of home.
When touching means dust on your fingers.
When suddenly, you are intruding.

Memories linger melancholy
as I approach the bridge
to the Gardens de Sol.
A picture forms in my weary mind;
Just a mere shadowed mirage,
like an old faded photograph
in a heart shaped locket
kept near my soul centre
for days, weeks and decades….
while
fall winds crooning blue zephyrs
frigid, incantations upon the
once verdant meadows
where the fawns grazed
and wild horses pranced
so breezy carefree
on fine spring days....
I whirled and twirled , a carefree dance
on patches of clover and dandelions
in the spring of my youth
Reveling joie de vivre of sun
Sol warming skin and soul pink
I remember our long, meandering walks
in a picture perfect rose garden
scented with redolent pines
and aromatic wild flowers
we conversed for hours,
my hand in yours
thrilling at your every word
infatuated by a fervent touch
You, idly picking petals off a rose;
the deep timbre of your delicious laugh
resounding joy to my acquiescent ears
as I cavorted playfully in the garden’s fountain
until lengthening shadows quilted the path
with reluctant to leave, sun beams
of a late summer afternoon
And afterwards, in twilight violet sky;
intimate moments by a blazing fire,
silent music of our hearts thrumming
a lovers sonata while
you kissed me;
gold specked brown orbs,
so pleasurable and beguiling,
warming my soul
full of tomorrows promise
and forgotten yesterdays
Now, as I picture this quixotic drama
rehearsed again and again
one solitary tear slowly trails down
and comes to rest on lines
that were not there yesterday…..
Dead cornflake leaves
crunch under my feet
as I walk the very same
bridged pathway to the garden
alone
my only audience
a solitary prickly cactus
in the autumn of my years.......

She
She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.
She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.
She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...

Summer passed with the smell of sweet perfume
And Autumn broke the soft the cocoon.
To avoid the winter freeze, flying next to beautiful wings.
Why can't I have any of these things?
At least a Moth can pretend.
Oh the cold it makes you shiver.
Abandon gold and all the silver.
All around and all in one place,
Connect the patches on my face.
Could it be rugged is my only friend.
Fly, fly right into the flame.
Next season you'll be born again.
So fly, fly right into the flame.
Don't you worry it's to early you'll be back again
And all the world you thought you left behind
Is already in front of your distant eyes.
He said "You have heart kid remember that.
I never want to see you where I'm at.
This I hope you never know, believe because I told you so".
I wish that you could let it go; cry for me if you can.
Shedding a tear won't make you less a man.
We drank as laughed of better days,
All while holding cups in fists if rage.
We know that life's this way, but oh why can't it change.
In a lot of ways we took the blame, so far apart, yet the same.
So cry for me if you can.
Fly, fly right into the flame.
Next season you'll be born again.
So fly, fly right into the flame.
Don't you worry it's to early you'll be back again
And all the world you thought you left behind
Is already in front of your distant eyes.
Summer passed with the smell of sweet perfume.
The northern winds came all to soon.
I don't recall what was the case, but their wings they couldn't lend.
At least a Moth can still pretend.

Miss October is our resident witch,
But she has a good name,
Unlike many others,
Of midevil fame.
A saucy little flirt is she,
Dancing all about,
At play in Autumn breezes,
Her skirts flying about.
Her eyes are black as onyx,
Her teeth are pearly white,
Her hair changes it's color,
Shining in the light.
Sometimes it's black as it can be,
Or red or gold or white,
No matter what it's color,
She's an enchanting sight.
She always has a pot on,
I thought it some strange brew,
She let me have a taste of it,
It was a tastey stew.
She never casts an evil spell,
Her magic's just for good.
She casts them all in secret,
As all good witches should.
My dog was hurt real bad once,
He had been in a fight.
She bound his wounds to help him,
And stayed with him all night.
I was really sick once,
I think I had the flu.
She tended and she nursed me,
Gave me some awful brew.
Another time I fell real hard,
When I was out at play,
She picked me up, looked in my eyes,
And took the pain away.
This witch casts her loving spell,
It seems on everyone.
We love her and we bless her,
You guessed it, she's my mom.
Judy Ball
Mother's are like that, yeah, they are.
Endowed with the magic of love.

Within Me
Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.
Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.
You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.
The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.
Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.

In my revelation
The harp of the goddess of lyrics Persists in playing
I sing....
In the beginning was my beloved and the spirit of God was moving
Upon the face of waters....
My beloved is a godly mermaid with legendary colors.
She descended from heaven unto my waters....
I bathe her in the brine of my tears....
Subtle in her long braids..
Floating in my spirit singing to me.
She intermingles her essence with my burning desires,
Lights the candle of my verse with nectar and passion.
Oh, my beloved, how far I am from you
But I am nearer to death!
Withered like clouds,
Grievous like a violet rose plunged in ice,
And life is but an old, ill man
Thus, I am still waiting...!
Life bears a resemblance to death here,
The eyelashes of the room enclose me,
A lamp in the ark wherein fire warms not the sepulcher
Thus, I am still waiting...!
Am I truly alive..?
Or, is there life living in death?
My wait dances with me, my fears flatter me
And I am still waiting..
I stroll...
I stroll with my ennui, with a spirit enshrouded in mist,
Whilst a sea is rising straight up to the shores of my soul,
And the water soaking the stones of my heart.
In your voice is the murmur of fabled water
Whispering to the sands and stones,
What will come forth, and that will go into a dream,
An eminent dream that will live in concert
And leave with autumn winds.
You appear in the sky saying, Bless this pain,
The pain indwelling in the depths,
Glittering apparently in the spirit
Like a frozen pond in winter.
It echoes like sighs coming from a distant flute
Filling the air with melodies.
Melodies which are chanted by gods
Who cry and moan with the sad tune.
They pray, and call,
"O Allah, who is he who makes souls cry..?"

autumns love
oh sweet autumns love comes knocking on the door
the last of the sweet red roses smells and blooms fading away in the autumns breeze
a Lady's soft hair falling down all around her soft face oh a sweet smile she hides
oh Autumn breeze how i love watching the leaves fall from the trees ,falling down all around
all the colors, the hills and fields lay so calm under your Autumn spell .
all the little signs of winter moving in dark night frosts morning a sunny spell
oh look Autumn breeze my lady sleep so softly upon you bed of soft white snow oh i love her so
a beauty for me thank you Autumn breeze

Autumn comes I stand watching the leaves..thinking
The breath leaves my body unseen
But as the mercury drops and as I ponder my place.
I notice all I think all I feel.
Right there on the window before me.
To others it's just a mist caused by cooling or heating or both.
A chilhood whimsical game"oh boy look it's cold"
To me that mist is all, your name , your face, Our time.
I want to wipe it away this physical aberation of all unseen in my heart.
I see it all the pain the love the heartache everything in a small whitish cloud on a simple window.
My hand reaches pauses oh so this is what you look like.
Oh if it was so easy to be done.
The mist fades rapidly with every lonely wasted breath. Making an apperance oh so briefly.
What ever course I take to wipe away or to gently touch the mist.
Would this breath on the window which taunts me so relay back to my damaged soul see its gone you'll be ok now or see how it welcomes your touch?
welcome to the world for all to see.
Hidden by the sun most of the time.
My fingers glide through the vanishing mist, I flash back to your cheek beneath my fingers.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my pain, goodbye to the only proof I have left of you.
But at peace I am.
I know now what I did not before.
Your not invisable your their in my breath.
Kissing the crisp Autumn air with me.
And all I have to do is breath.
And my visible breath will show me all I feel is real as real as the mist on the window

A monastery grows from the songs of its strange crew,
Monastery painted with blue of unique Voronezh blue
And a new comer, blond icicle, bare footed, gnarled
Deaf and mute -it is said -singing “Have mercy, God!”
Stalactite and stalagmite in their cells, monks and nuns
Some of them so innocent like the sober day that runs;
Hanged from the heaven of their great expectations held
From the glass dawn to noon singing:“Have mercy, God!”
The others in their rusty autumn or white winter,
All calling the Promised Land that started to glitter
In their heart and from this light the sky seems fired
And the forest`s echo repeated: “Have mercy, God!”
In the twilight mist two monks try to cut down
The evergreen tree to bring it for kids in the town;
Children glide on sleigh and even tired go later to bed.
They learnt carols and angels sing “Have mercy, God!”

Holding Hands
Summer leaves on autumn trees,
Wave to winter winds from a summer breeze.
Vivid red and shining yellow in the summer rain
The red leaf asks a squirrel for the yellow leafs name.
The squirrel darts back and forth all season long
Carrying messages from leaf to leaf of love poem and song.
The leafs could see each other but where too far to touch
And even for the squirrel this was becoming too much.
As autumn fell the leafs made their plans
To fall together holding hands.
They had talked of touch and wanted this,
So falling they knew that they must not miss.
The squirrel watched with baited breath as the both leafs left their trees,
She heard red leaf ask the yellow leaf to marry she said yes please.
Sadness over took the squirrel as she let her leaf friends go,
But like all great loves the squirrel knows there love can only grow.
2003

There is a season be all things aneath this sun....
Knowing tis not the time for romance whileas standing
Upon that the edge of her world; peering intently into it's truth ?
America's commander in chief spending half his term attending memorials
Battling the white wolf with poisoned fangs hollow words better, a refrain
Then serving ghost one cannot behold their generations ? This prince..
Waxing gross time's toast traveling to as from lifting, your bitter cup ? His
Broken bows catering unto hope's own demise; shifting sands scripted shards
Of emerald glass these eyes ? An abomination, fallen from her stars; cryptogram
Sitting atop tomorrow's pendulum this temple set aflame; a portent ? Omega's child.

Author's suggestion - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jALL1_KdN8 - as you read
Don't forget to continue to "23 Stones Part 2"
I built this path, I laid these stones
With love I set down, a path thru gorse
With each one I found I sought
I left a bit of self, lonely fraught
You saw the 'crete, a simple path lain
You hopped across my lovelorn road of pain
Each one was a testament to my joy
To my heart with which you did toy
July was for the look, your disdain
The girl I wanted, to overcome, to reign
August for the great, you left, you left
I felt as lone schooler, single, bereft
September for the Autumn you brought back
You suddenly appeared, cross creek I you raf't
October for the halloween we fretted, suspicious
Not knowing if this was poision, or love, delicious
November for the flurries, your snowy birthday dance
We clashed and sparred, felt wintry love lance
December we cautious, pirouetting, eyeing
Into the New Year we wary spying
January came, we started class, knew new stress
Pricked apart, yet came, together crass
February came, new Cupid new shuffle
We tested limits, stepped away feath'rs ruffl'd
March came out of their wedding bliss
We fought over future, could we hit 'r miss
April brought a new creature, the finals
We pushed through together, equals and rivals
May brought Florida, Destin, so perfect
Fourteen brought us joy and warmth, circumspect
June again, now almost a year
I felt the nervousness, relationship a year
...Continued in "23 Stones Part 2"

Huge bronze bells peel muffled engulfed by sea
above unhearing in depths deaf to thee
drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
not figuring quick and sharp their ends
black churning death coming from the sea
no distinction twixt them you or me
death some surprise shaken a shock from the sea
xept not dying in autumn like you or me
God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace
chancel and naves filled ghostly a new congregation
gentle barnacle claimed pews giving us no separation

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)
Autumn:
the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.
Winter:
pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.
Spring:
birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.
Summer:
alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,
Monsoons:
heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.

I find myself sitting on a shabby old bed,
in a room where everything seems to be dead.
I stare at the ceiling like it wouldn't be there,
I find myself thinking of being prepared.
I have to be ready when autumn has come,
I should be ok when you have gone.
Gone, disappeared suddenly into mist,
gone, forever. Does it have to be this?
I sometimes still try to resist you,
I hope you feel the same way too.
Whatever way I try to forget you,
the more I fall in love with you.

When fate decides to bring you love,
You hold him tight and never let go.
Then you must live to prove,
That this one will make you glow
Remember to study love's season,
For that will save you from pains.
And for you, life will be so easy,
When from love you have many gains.
In winter, you must shield love from cold.
When spring comes, let your love spring and bloom.
In summer never put fun on hold.
And autumn will bring you love's harvest boom.

Beloved, are we going to keep this far,
My endeavor made your heart weary,
last night, when like a vision fairy,
you buried under a hollow oak
eyes darkened as dusk’s smoke…
Beloved, are we going to keep this far?
You danced with your fortunate pair:
The autumn leaves tangled on your hair
were left behind with the same tear
I wiped with a kiss on your face dear.
Beloved, are we going to keep this far,
Silently walking in this forlorn forest,
my spirit found warmth and rest
under the rain that bless the pathway
that guide us to an instantly faraway…
Beloved, are we going to keep this far?
As you comb your hair below the star
that shines mostly when a fleeting guitar
lure us together in an undying embrace
glowing golden with heavenly grace…
Beloved, are we going to keep this far…

Written November 17, 2013
The summer dies slowly
Into autumns arms
And winter does linger
Until spring breathes at dawn
I've fallen for you
Cast under your spell
My gaze as stone
As the old towne well
My face as pale
As the moon in the night sky
My heart unspoken
Left wondering why
These days are so chaotic
Yet these nights so serene

Embrace me
When the world forgets
When the clouds drift by, unnoticed
Embrace me
Like the gentle breeze raging on
A starlit, night sky, an illusion
passing me by untethered
Embrace me while you can
While the sun rises and sets
While roses shed their skin
Above the eyeless shores withered
Grab strong, unto the torn hilts
They stride right by me blind
Hold firm while you still can
There is no telling where we set land
Before the rain dries
Until we lay restless
While you can
While you still can, embrace me

In the spring you're my flower
As your perfume fills the air
Your angelic beauty is the reason
All the people stop to stare
In the summer you're the reflection
In a cool clear mountain lake
Your warm smile in the morning
Will cause the sun to wake
In the autumn you're the breath of fall
That whispers to the trees
Your voice is so enchanting
The trees divorce their leaves
In the winter you're the snowflake
You're simply one of a kind
You melt my heart as I melt yours
That's truly hard to find
I guess the season I love the most
And you're the only reason
More than Summer, Spring, Winter or Fall
You're my favorite season

One day I wished upon a star to send me a love from afar.
I wished for a love with bright red hair.
Hair as red as a bright winter fire.
I wished for him to have lips as juicy as strawberries and
eyes as brown as an autumn leaf that falls to the ground.
I wished for him to have a touch as gentle as a cool summer breeze,
I wanted him to knock me to my knees.
Little did I know I had already found my bow!
We danced and talked under that bright star I wished upon until the early dawn.
I was lucky to have the star that fateful night, for I found the love of my life that night!

October Bliss
(Sijo)
Who are my wondrous friends? Tree and leaf, autumn and fire.
The time aging colors, their fading kiss falls on joyful lovers
Along with these emotions, what other stories hide in you?
10/06/14 October Bliss – Poetry Contest

I was a stranger,
The first day I was a stranger, the day I met you was serendipity
The second day I became your friend, I had an epiphany.
The third day I wanted to see you, not as a stranger but as an admirer
The Fourth day I became an admirer of your personality.
Days had gone by, than came months and years.
Life is short that I know,
Of what I don’t know, is how I had to live by all these years without knowing you!
Autumn came and left without good byes.
Spring came and said, ‘have you met her yet?’
Summer came as a weary man,
And left only to leave behind the barren guilt for beauty he wasted.
Winter came and she said, ‘oh. Where is she?
So that the cold that I bring would let you
Hold each other to keep warm; at last I am alone like thee’
Days and counting
Of days I could have spent and days I could have been with you.

The signs of autumn are upon us. Wow!
The Sun is heading south and harvesting
Is ready for a host of crops by now.
In early fall the days are warm as spring.
The leaves are turning yellow, some are red
And few are brown as yet. The oaken tree
Is dropping fruit and squirrels running ahead
Of other squirrels to claim a guarantee
Impending drops are won. The scent of leaves
Is carried by Septembers gentle breeze
Throughout the day bestirring memories
Of seasons past: A time of youth, who seized
The autumn moments with a measured scheme:
To laugh and play; to sing; to love and dream.

I have Just SEVEN lines to say what I need to say
as SIX comes quickly falling with Autumn leaves
FIVE does follow as white clouds tumble free
as FOUR falls gently I finally find the grace I need
to confess the THREE words that lay heavy upon my sleeve
to find a place where TWO souls drift in song and solemn praise
as ONE in dulcet murmurs, to say the words "I love Thee"
___________________

"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
Once upon a time, many years ago,
There was a sweet and lovely - red, red Irish rose,
That was plucked prematurely, from the garden vine;
A budding beauty, taken in her prime.
She was laid to rest, upon the death, of a lovers dream;
Upon a chest of ebony, where lie, his would-be Queen;
Lowered deep into the depths, of the church yard cemetery;
Her scarlet petals, wilting in the summer breeze.
Then the earth begin to fall, like autumn leaves;
Upon her petals, and the chest of ebony,
From above her tomb, where stood the grieving groom
Weeping , weeping, like a willow tree.
Then the sky begin to disappear, amid that mournful cry,
As tears - from above, fell from that lovers eyes,
And came to rest, like dew drops on that Irish rose,
As she disappeared beneath the earth, there in his grief below
In time, he laid a stone of ivory - upon her grave;
Etched deeply - with the promise he had made:
To love his Irish Rose - forever and a day.
The years and all their seasons came and went
And a million lonely tears were cried and spent
Upon her grave where everyday he knelt and prayed
And dreamed of her until his dying day.
The epigram has long since faded on the ivory stone
That still stands alone today, upon her grave
Where from the million tears of love he gave
A seemingly impossible - blue, blue rose has grown.
~~~~~
Author: Elaine George
For the contest: Writing In The Sublime ~
Awarded: First Place

Was a long time coming
so many fruitless trees,
an autumn forest,
laid naked of it's leaves.
A hint of sunshine
but eaten by the clouds,
the clouds that so quickly
cover like a shroud.
The damndest thing
a fool believes
that love comes easy,
it always does in dreams.
Was a long time coming
but the taste of love sublime
a feast set before me,
forever will I dine.

(10/13/11)
Two more loving hearts have joined the ranks
Two more loving hearts giving thanks
Although it has taken some time
We have left our loneliness behind.
Every time we looked around
Loneliness would drag us down.
Now all we see is happiness every day
And no one will take that away.
The most beautiful thing in this world
More beautiful than diamonds and pearls.
Is love given to us from up above.
Love can make the darkest day turn bright
And all its beauties become in plain sight.
Things that you had never noticed before
Like an orange sky surrounded by blue
And the morning sun peeping through.
Clouds of white drifting by
While the birds are flying high
The sound of the birds chirping in the trees
All these beauties are for free.
The autumn leaves of red and gold
Such a beautiful sight to behold.
A smile from a stranger
That you once saw full of anger.
The nightly scents of flowers in bloom
That once were hidden in the darkness of the moon.
The smell of jasmine and lavender in the air
Wiping away all troubles and cares.
These are just some of the things that you find
When you leave that lonely road behind.
Search for love - no matter what it takes
Otherwise it’ll be too late.

For how long should you possess her
Mold her in someone she's not
For how long should this stage act last
Can't you see she can't be the
"god almighty"you want to create from her
She's only human,nice in her own imperfect way
She can't live up to it anymore,
playing the perfect part to impress you!
How long can she nourish her body
to the extent of your imaginative extended dreams?
like she was a barbie made of plastic ready to please you!
being the contentment of your erotic urge desire.
For how long should she not bear her children,
her own flesh and blood
just to remain your perfect bimbo
to remain faithful to your expectations
Can't you see your selfishness is killing her
you're sending her away to the Unknown
without no sense of regret in her heart
that may darken her soul
Why can't you love this creature,without transforming her
in This and that and they and More!
She's slowly dying like a a wild autumn flower
everything radiant and glowing within her
is fading away.
For how long this false portrait,this fake pretence
just to please one man,her man
You are destroying her!
but she doesn't have a choice
nor does she has a voice!
You made of her a queen
so you manipulate her like a king,
NOT LEAVING HER SPACE TO LIVE HER DREAM
She just wanna run away
to her gutter ,be sweet cindirella once again.
Your jealousy,your power
Your eyes like a hawk on her
following every step she makes
Stealing ,devouring her freedom
like a pirate at rough seas
You're making her run away
leaving the shore to find new lands,
Better lands, Secret lands
For how long should she wear the mask of smiles
when deep in her heart you find only cries
Once so much in love with you ,now resentment can be seen
in her once glittering,now lifeless brown eyes.
She begs you one last time to love her for who she is
Fed up of being the girl in high heels
slinky skirts,perfect portrait-false portrait
just wanna be herself,dressed up in her blue jeans
running on white sands
feeln its warmth under her soft feet
feeling the wind breeze caressing her face
the waves hugging her
waterdrops so fresh on her tender smooth skin
while she plays with dolphins in vast seas.
why can't you love her for who she is
Her heart now dying!her laugh now fading
she sees you approaching her,
waiting once again for demands
there she goes
in FALSE PORTRAIT,once again.
-----------------------------------------------------------charma

Once love was strong and shiny new in spring. Then blazing passion shadowed summer's sun. And dreams were verdant veils that covered all with flames that dwindled slowly into fall. Then autumn brought a contrast to the love. Now bitter icy blizzards douse love's spark. From day of cheerful warmth so chilling frost. And leave to hearts that ache for spring's love lost.

We held our souls together
Enjoyed the colorful spring bliss
Yet,
The hands, that once held yours
Are held again this time
This time to pray; "be mine"
We saw the world together
Felt those warm summer haze
Yet,
The eyes, that once gazed yours
Are soaked again this time
This time to plead, "be mine"
We walked the roads together
Caught those falling autumn leaves
But,
The feet, that once led with mine
Stride away this time
And leave me asking, "why?"
We loved ourselves together
Beat the chilly winter blaze
But,
The lips that once touched mine
Are touched again this time
This time to say goodbye...

So much, do I desire -
of that which I may never have
Upon the retina of my minds eye –
burned deep, are the images of your face.
Upon my synoptic, lies the essence of you –
burned into the psyche of this man.
upon the empty hours of my days, my nights,
my soul cries out, reaches out to touch you.
My spirit cries out with a desire to fly with you,
my heart cries out with my love for you,
my eyes cry out, they bleed for the sight of you,
my being cries out with a gift of love for you,
cries out with pain, knowing that my love,
my desire, my passion, my hopes for you,
all lie in burning flames, of a funeral pyre –
of fallen dreams, of dashed hopes,
of my unfulfilled reveries.
My dreams, hopes, desires, reveries, are but ashes, all are destroyed by the indifferent winds of times passed, of experiences lost, of memories never born, of all that haunts you – created the fear .
I fear that my dream will never see the light of day ( reality ) nor dance among the stars, the beams of light from a full moon, may never mazurka to the tunes of love, as one or even together .
Fulfillment
I want to tear down your stone walls, lift your veil.
I want to sweep away all the debris, then your face.
I would love to kiss the beauty I see in your soul,
in your spirit, I know resides within your intellect.
I want to know your inner and outer beauty,
passed your heart buried –
behind those cold, hard steel doors, in the walls erected
to keep me at bay, to keep me away, to keep me from
( from my dream, all I desire ) touching you.
I would love to kiss the lady, the artist, my dream,
the free spirit, I know resides, within you.
I would love to walk – forever – hand in hand,
arm in arm, with all of that, which makes up
the beautiful woman, person I see.
I would love to kiss away the past, your pain.
Kiss life into – what I feel – is your stagnant passion.
I desire, so much, to kiss your gorgeous mouth,
your sweet lips, your pulchritudinous smile.
Kiss fire into those Autumn green eyes of yours
And into every molecule, every atom,
every strand of DNA that has gone into creating
the woman, the beauty, the Moneca!!!

(11/3/11)
The sky was blackening on this autumn day
The white clouds were moving quickly away
The sun had ceased to shine
And sounds of thunder was rolling by.
I tried grabbing her as we ran across
The white sands of the beach
But she was too fast and out of my reach.
Too many worries, too many fears
Now it’s time to wipe away your tears
You’ve been crying for too long
With happiness is where you belong.
Too many sad times that you’ve been through
Now it’s time to play dirty too.
I will teach you to have a heart of iron
A soul of steel - no more aches and pains will you feel.
So much pain that you had gone thru
And on no one will you rely,
for you Will be cold and dead inside.
But by doing this I closed myself off to her
And that she would never see, all the love
That I have within me.
My heart , my mind, my deep soul
She will never be able to hold.
Now I am going thru the pains
Will I ever feel the same?
Will she someday come to see
That she is a big part of me.
Will I have to close my heart
As I did from the start?
I have to have her next to me
If only friends we be.

I wake up before the sun from a cozy bed
I walk outside and feel the crisp autumn chill
So I put a stocking cap on my head
I walk through the back yard
heading for the woods
doing something city boy
only wish they could
I arrive at my stand
and check the direction of the breeze
before I climb up ole faithful
a dying, dark barked maple tree
I make myself comfortable
as the sun stretches its arms
for the sky
producing iridescent colors
I live for the outdoor
and that's one of the reasons why
Not far behind me a freshly cut field of hay
in front endless rows of cornstalks fill the way
I begin to think of a tradition
My son and I on thanksgiving day.
he is still here with me
even though last November he passed away
I start hearing cars doors shut
its coming from over the hill
carrying an aroma of cinnamon
It's my favorite! Pumpkin pie
Justin, I'll be back, But for now Goodbye

I can still remember one special day in spring
when I first saw you, wear my wedding ring.
The summer of our love, the beginning of our time
now in the autumn of our love, I’m glad you are still mine.
I can still remember the loveliness of your face
graced by your smile and your warm embrace.
And the years have not changed you or your ways
you are just the same, as you were in those early days.
I can still remember how little we used to have
but as long as we were together, it didn’t seem so bad.
And after being away, we’d be happy to be back home
it was still our special place, somewhere to call our own.
I can still remember when the little ones came
gifts you gave to me, children with my name.
And how they grew and found lives of their own
eventually leaving us, to have their own home.
I can still remember when I was first in love with you
and after all the years, I still love you and all you do.
All those years ago I married a lovely young wife
and now I’m married to someone, who is my whole life.

Watching this colourful stream of lives passing by children without a care ? Moving
Along as making my way to the library aneath mid-morning's shade; her breezeway
Splashed another poetic palette; trying to avoid these clichés stepping past time's
Passage, into the sunlight where their beauty awaits of dreams ? Our theme today..
Glimpsing up at her street sign, Los Angeles, while taking a drag from my cigarette
Swept unto distant thoughts as taken far away ? Beyound the barriers which dictate
These secular views and temporal designs impeded their faithless void of sight ? Go
West my child His ancients voice; imagination shall soar atop wings you'll find, Angels.

She is fire
Raging red and hot through all that surrounds her.
She entices you, drawing you in,
Like a moth to her flame,
Just to singe your wings.
She does not discriminate,
Nobody is safe from her unyielding heat.
She promises warmth and light as the sun,
Shining while the world turns her way,
But leaves you blistered and scared by her burns.
As she departs,
She leaves behind no life,
Only smoking remains of once brightly spirited optimism,
Trampled by the ash-covered footprints of her insatiable rampage.
She is air
Crisp and clean and tasting of the seasons.
She dances and twirls with the leaves across the autumn ground.
She bites and nips with gusts of icy wind in winter's bitter cold.
She tickles newborn spring grass and smells of April rain.
She breezes through summer's trees and refreshes your soul.
Elusive and invisible, she is what the body craves the most.
She may howl and whip through the storms she must weather,
Screeching and terrifying you in the wake of her tornado,
But after is passes, and she calms,
The stillness of her breath
Is her silent apology.
She is water
Serene and tranquil on the surface
But treacherous beneath.
Her secrets are ocean deep,
But her selfhood is a puddle,
Shallow and deceitful.
She lacks loyalty,
Living life as ever-changing as a river.
If she could, she'd drown herself in the nectar of the damned.
You may try to love her,
But she'll run like a stream.
You may try to hold her,
But she'll slip through your fingers.
And when she erodes you until you can no longer save her,
She'll blame the coldness of your heart
As the reason she's hardened as ice.
She is earth
Wiser than any living creature,
And more beautiful.
She is the mother of existence,
Giving you the knowledge of time.
She's more majestic than her mountains,
More honest than her deserts,
And more pure than her forests.
She defines home,
Providing shelter, open arms and impartial ears
For all who take a moment to use them.
But you disrespect and mistreat her.
She offers you the truest of riches
And you repay her with pollution.
Her frustration is bottled and swells until she can no longer contain it.
She shakes with fury
And quakes her terrain until it splits,
Overflows her volcanoes,
And slides rocks down her hills and glaciers.
But when she sees the sorrow in your eyes, she stops.
She understands you are flawed
And never meant her any harm.
She nestles you into a peaceful place
And feeds your weary body fruit from her flesh
And love from her core.

I stopped and turned to look at who we were now, I fell in love with the distractions that
hid behind the sun when afternoon appeared in his eyes and I rolled mine back...
underneath my lids..
to allow time to kiss my lashes.
He held me, he stopped tomorrow from bruising my arms, the Autumn touching my tattoo, and
I could have stolen his lips just so I'd never have to let go of his smile.
I knew, behind the reasons I gave, that October was waiting, I was aware of fire and
touched the flames that became the fabric of my tongue, my teeth died when I spoke and I
tasted him...
to bring myself back to life.
I studied sunrise and wished for rainbows, I discovered the selfishness that lay in the
desire to sacrifice myself...
only to remember January...
only to know me...
only to touch the shade of blue that existed in his glance.
On the bottom of my lips I hold December and I tremble the month with the fear that goes
unspoken, I pray that tomorrow Autumn will touch me, I forget the possibilities of me and
throw myself over the edges of him...
the sweet corners of his smile...
and the promise of life...
to douse my tongue and speak the diaries of yesterday, to rewrite him and understand
tomorrow.

Come take a walk down by the sea
Feet wet in the sand.
Let the breath o f nature feel your lungs
With the scent of salty air
Here troubles seem so miniscule
Your problems wash away
As the waves pass through your feet and toes
Baptizing blues away
Come take a walk on mountain top
Soak in the rays of sun
Wind blowing through your face and hair
You feel the hand of God
Walk in love with the autumn breeze
Not a problem or a care
As the beauty of the earth so rare
Takes away your cares
Come take a walk with me my love
In grassy fields of green
Your hand in mine time passes by
Together we will fly
The smell of blossoms feels our soul
Forever we will be
In love in life forever more
Together you and me

Your love, like amnesia
it made me forget
all the dark forces against me
they tortured me relentless
then you put me into amnesia
from the problems, hope came
in the foresight of your prowess
and the light emanating from your face
what seems calm on the surface
is often roaring within
screaming, hair crazy
like I'm the demon's descendant
only strong feelings
can push out the weak
and those skeletons
surface, hurt us and repeat
so no ones around
and I learn to hate me
and no Love to be found
because it gave me a profound
amnesia.
waking prematurely
every other time I sleep
seeking sanctuary
why cant I be at peace?
fill up a void
come into my world
exposed to be touched
pay no mind
I'm at home
when the pain seems
too much
shut it off like a light
now i'm all into peace
a presence around me
a love like amnesia
I'm falling into fantasia
calm as can be
worries drift away
forget how hurt I am
for one meaningful day
no I'm not the devil
but I know who he is
he once came to visit
and make my soul his
as a dark ball inside me
consumes me at times
i keep inching forward
toward the many facets of mind
knowing not showing
much at all
down in the sunrise
revived by the fall
a natural course
of a star entering destruction
like lotus flowers in bloom
under a fog covered moon
in the cold autumn wind
healing old scars within
practice the old magik
into a new growing skill
will it be enough
the day which stands still
worth fighting for.

If in fact a thousand years is but as a day unto
Our Heavenly Holy Father: then we have been here
No less than seventy-seven point seven minutes playing
These notes banging this drum upon your, FM dials ? Scorch
His mic while burning her keys it's just their rock and roll fantasy
Metallic chords lying aneath the blossoms tree; gentle breeze her branches
Showering me echoing love's lyrics: punch drunk time in a funk looking like it's punk....
Twist and shout that's what she's all about come on girls as boys make some noise don't, fear the reaper.

On the day, you say
that you love me;
You shade my life like a blue sky,
that moue in the morning dew.
Like green leaves that dance
on a swagger of air,
Along with the smile
of flowers from the spring.
The green grass is seemed to talk
about the gladness that I feel
it’s a flowering day of my life
and my heart blooms
like roses that grow at the oasis.
it seems like summer
when you say that,
I am the princess of your life
the sun grew, and all the sky
is clear and blue.
Sunlight passionately touches me,
Melodious morning tunes
of summer breeze, that warms my heart
and life is one beautiful rhyme.
You speak to my heart
as nobody else can do
your voice is like a laughter of lilac
Rainbows of roses is all that I can see
On this moment, our love is more than a time.
Like golden leaves on the trees,
that tumbling down.
Green, orange, yellow and brown
and blew them away towards the sky
like a chapter of our love
that ends with a little smile
in the autumn of our lives.
And I keep on asking why?
How does it end?
Like a fallen leaf is nothing more
than a summer’s wave goodbye
for a love we care somehow.
Jackets and sweaters, warm woolen suits
that I embrace in this cold weather
mesmerizing those times
when you used to hold my hands
I walk on fresh fallen snow
it sings a song as I walk along
over the flowers that lie asleep.
Winter is I love too,
in the depths, and then I finally learned
Love, grows and ends.
Beautiful feathery flakes of snow
Let this pain cast them away
let them join in the trumpets of the sky.
Written By : Cheryl Aldea
----May 14, 2011---
Copyright @ 2011.
All rights reserve

Bare unto the world her beauty stood both of us knowing
As smiling within a twinkling and grace filling, her perfect eyes
Cream de cream; amid this yuletides lovely moment afore it's place
Whereupon the stockings be they love, were so gently lain ? She adorned....
Of Creation's vesture a glass her light; holding paradise: Wrapped, in ribbons and bows.

Written May 1, 2013
Where does it end
Oh where's it end
With a synthetic loving man
Right where we began
Where it began
Love is such a simple thing
Why does it dangle on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Waiting for the start of spring
The autumn harvest left me here
A new day breeds the new year
Romantics drop like leaves
From a tree so easily
Where's it end
Oh where's it end
With a synthetic loving man
Right where we began
Where it began

Dressing her ancient stars amid their anthem's wedding attire; the universe
Anxiously anticipating these adorned galaxies be anew; bookplate bridesmaids
With glittering eyes and broadening smiles; quickly making their jubilant ways
Down his amendable aisles a world beholding as, the best of man ? Hearkening
Hearts rejoicing so very deeply inside; paradise, standing at this altar aside a most
Beautiful in glorious grooms ? Wearing heaven's luminous, harvest moon; colours
Commencing halos, visages; sparkling their fireworks display afore these joyful....
Innocent awestruck children; immaculate as pristine her most mesmerizing scene
Cygnus, gathered here to unite this day, paladin unto the morn ? Extenuating's
Pragmatic veil; crimson's silkened tides now torn from time's final pages; such history
It's lore's and candid jewels, leavened doors; prismatic's band lifting these velvet
Promises of an everlasting rainbows, I do ? Sidereal's notes in well-nigh chime; sweet
Her music about love's blue made skies; Church bells reaching unto the furthest realms
A celebrations invitation come one come all; come as you were, come as you are ?
The brightest star; making way through his constellations, jubilee as all of creation
Coterie, disembarking at her depot, from a wakings moment; neverending's, final destination.

Her Eyes
Her eyes bore the sorrow of a sadness she had known,
But her smile was bright for those who came her way.
That her heart had suffered, see she bore it all alone,
But her eyes this inner secret would betray.
Her eyes become misty as the tender memories stir,
Her lovely eyes are wounded with the pain,
Beautiful her starlet yet had fallen to the earth,
Like autumn leaves are crushed after the rain.

once their tingling chills....
this core it's evil; descent seemed
fitting for a vision but his child
you see ? dreams came and went years
they bent but time did not hide, their face from me
hold no fear love's flock she screams; a breath we'll breathe as then, they'll see.

What Is this feeling of love
I was told that falling in love was like falling from the sky, but that a lie. Falling in love is like soaring up into the sky and caught by this shadow being engulfed by the gravitation of the two souls. When thinking of love you want to be taken and slowly devoured by that person, giving them as much love as they give you. Can you say the hardest thing is to give up your heart and forgiving your past and fears. In all still I want to be the one you want to holding at night. If you've traveled too far I'll follow you all around the world and back. I can't believe how high I'm going and that soaring, my heads been in the clouds since the day you told me you loved me, that I was the perfect piece your puzzle. Mysterious and kind, gently and firm, you speak no words but your actions say a million things. The world can be so cruel but your braver then me who fears to leave the safety of her home, braver to not let your restriction to be your limitation. It was a lie when they said that falling in love was like falling from the sky, grief, pain, and rejection or what makes us fall. But falling in love is like soaring, soaring into the sun then into the shadow that goes past the sun. Past the Milky Way just floating with your head above the clouds, not even cloud nine could match this feeling. Oh I don't know what love is but if I ever find it, I hope it just like this feeling I have now.

What a beautiful day!
The sun shines bright!
The birds are singing
It was a cool night!
What a beautiful day
Oh how my heart sings
What joy the fall breezes
To my heart brings!
Look forward to winter,
It is almost here
Isn’t autumn wonderful
So wonderful, my dear?
Tis a beautiful day
When my heart is a knowing
Winter’s round the corner
And it soon will be snowing…

The leaves of Autumn fall beneath my feet,
And the wind gently blows,
thoughts of passion filled nights of love,
My heart begins to glow.
To the east the sun ascends,
As does this mans heart,
My mind wanders through fields of you,
I think this is loves first start.
The beginning of our friendship,
A journey to the end,
The thought of me loving you,
The warm embrace of a friend.
Could this be the reason,
The reason is so bold,
But this how life should be,
From young until were old…..

The deadly air of autumn’s blow
Empowered winter’s cold to flow,
But spring’s warmness began to grow
Releasing summer’s smoothing glow.
It started out as a mer gaze,
Bringing my lonely heart ablaze,
We were lost in a lovely maze
Surviving the long autumn days.
Can we handle the freezing cold?
The one that wraps us close and hold
Unto each other like glimmering gold
As time stops, turning us into winter’s mold.
We slit in half when spring arrived
As I believed love was thrived,
I felt you had my heart revived
But it was clear you were contrived.
Now summer begins to boil down
And I can see all your endless frown,
You indeed fooled me like a clown
So now I watch our affair slip, drown.
Summer was to bring us together,
But spring showed we’re light as feather,
In winter we were twined with tether,
Did you enjoy autumn’s weather?

1.
A path leads,
to where wild grass grows,
sashaying in the summer breeze.
2.
Along the path,
lightness settles within,
feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,
swaying to the lilting bird-song,
in a dance of intimate abandon,
brushing the remnants of pain away.
3.
Melodies float across fields of green,
delicately caressing my heart,
teasing emptiness to flee,
comforting the mind,
to silently be.
4.
Walking on,
savouring the peace,
a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,
all is quiet,
a stillness cradling fractured emotions,
the grass in the fields sway,
dusk descends,
shadows lengthen,
nudging dimming light to take leave,
of the day

Having held the crystal ball of what love should see....
Beyound these commercial bouquets be roses; boxes with
Chocolate some hallmark card devised as their corporate studio
Somewhat surprized, there aren't another ninty-nine holidays
That they can sell but give them time they'll push it, past the house
Around her world and eighty days; crawling, through your cyber space
Risibility is thus from a distant view swathed their babies, playing in the sand ?
Shifting, nativities his panacea's paradigm: All about her globe love gazing deeply of, lucidity.

DAUGHTERS
Opposites presented …
One in talons of Eagle
One on wings of Dove
Equally beautiful, equally loved
A torrent from a fierce black cloud
The yang of the yin
Frothing fierce powerful waves in a storm
Beating chests of seaweed rocks
Claiming it in its bosom
Then furling it afar
Into unknown oceans where
Neptune roars his roar on end
Boasting strength, logic illogic
Then light as a feather
Giggling waves on shimmering beaches
Rosy sausages examining crabs and bubbles
Laughing at blue-bottles and busy antics of ants
In crevices of creaky floorboards
While the autumn sun sets
Diamond dew-drops on clover leaves
Exclaiming at rushing workers and hairy worms
So the morning says Hello
A juicy apricot indigo tinged
Kissing at library entrances
Crumbly beneath its hard exterior
Where beetles have dug a hundred paths
Staring defiantly at an orange star
Scorning its scorching, gracefully factual
Proclaiming the largeness of Life so she thinks
Earth child reaching for unreachable Mercury
Spirit child, water bound, earth located
From an awakening Eye
One imaged from the bowels of struggle
When behind jail bars I sat counting toes
One imaged from the speckled gown of J-briel
As Saturn said goodbye
Sirius screamed from hell and wreaking pain
Wrought from rages and conscious sages unknown
Born in blood without its blue
Rolling eyes from a womb of turmoil and terror
Dripping the darkness of strife with hidden crystals
Contemplating hypocrisy, deceipt, treachery
Torn apart by churning guts
While the medics oogled around
Then searching, searching, searching
Moon and Sun crossed one another
Not knowing which way but loose
Streams of rivers flowing downwards, then upwards
Sideways then byways in villages and towns of paintings
A gecko appeared on the pillowcase
Gangster peeped through a window
Then books came pouring down, pouring down
And numbers flew away
Lashes long, black as a crow
There can be no coin to ponder
No coin to teach from if not faces two
No tornado ripping apart if no breeze
Playing on a horse farm
No death if no life
The night clings to day
As daybreak clings to escaping night
Embracing and negating
Embalmed while flying together on a
Silver thread
In the Sky.

A handful of poems spilled on your steps,
A clump of feelings became charm of your view.
Many pens were broken in this path,
Yet, a word was not heard from you.
Now what will a new pen can do,
When the words are still the same!
How would readers appreciate a poem
When the source is still your name?
I am breaking that pen,
I am giving up on your magic beam.
I surrender all the poems,
Awakening a desire from a dream.
I am leaving the sky of your smile,
The way autumn left me too.
I am saddening all of my words,
Let them all cry without you.

Spoken like a handshake
firmer than a vow
when I said I love you
it was for longer than right now
But I see that my voice had failed me
no longer did I have words
for you went away yesterday
and i have nothing to look towards
Alone, lonesome, forever a single man
though other women lay beside me
none of them can understand
I lost you to an Autumn wind
you left me for an empty thought
I'll never truly love again
because I'm bound by the love my heart never forgot.

Vania Konstantinova was born, lives and works in Sofia. She graduated Classical Ballet in
her native town and in Petersburg as well as Polish Philology in Sofia University and
Jagiellonian University, Krakow. She's co-author of the poetic book Four Cycles (along
with Bozhidar Pangelov). Her collection of short stories Thank You Mister One is published
in autumn of 2008.
http://www.public-republic.com/vania-konstantinova
With all the Homesickness of the Foreigner
"You'll present me one Paris
with all the homesickness of the foreigner"
Vania Konstantinova
He's looking for a job,
but has no shirt,
Rose,
and expectation even in the pocket.
Whether sometimes he doesn't bend
to look how the Seine passes slowly?
Whether it's cold
(that's an author's thought)?
In this circus gleam only
the blue glimmer of the knives
(which yesterday were pawned).
It's a French movie.
Paris is somewhat little
for one grief
and nothing.
Compared with your arm.

Soft the caress within love's tender kiss and times perfumed gaze..
Gathering centuries as bouquets; beauty in petals to mark this page
Splashed aneath colours atop their still frames; thresholds she waits
Ushering her dreams beyound the gate; crashing waves and a heart
Engraved these moments standing quiet no more; destiny's shores
Wiping tears from her eyes shall not they cry; joy, yet never sorrow
Ever again love's beautiful ballerina, whom bled one summers day ?
Leaving this lifes stage for a much better place; soft the lights caress
Perfumed these still frames; gathering her silent centuries in bouquets.

Caught up in Lifehouse's beautiful love song, First Time....
Then catching out of these eyes a very pretty lady with her man
Crossing from her bus stop through their park; carrying boxes filled
With another's donated food ? Whirlwinds arise be they thoughts both bright
Mingled amid this mire feeling while noticing a daughter's slight pangs ?
Its easy to be broken easier to hide holding my breath still, burning inside saying
Save all the starman crack aside your trillion dollar pet peeve scientific bing bang slang
We didn't stand above these stars amid the arms of ET; but I did stand within, Their Creator's....
Sending one message reserved for his moment in time today: Love, nay illusion nor delusion, humanity.
Note: You Just Like Your Daddy, Know, Who You Are!

A path of gold
For you and I
Your hand to hold
Let time pass by
A singing bird
His simple song
Needs not a word
But yet so strong
A song that's made
For us to share
A song to guide
And chase our cares
We stroll along
These golden paths
Our love so strong
Forever lasts

Withering like the autumn leaves
My soul was in deep slumber
Wasting away the time at hand
Failing to grow inside…
Trapped inside me
My helpless soul
One day I asked,
‘’Oh ,my helpless soul,
Why are you so grim?
What’s it that you want?”
After a little thought.
It said,
“Just set me free,
Only you can set me free”
Intrigued I asked,
“But how??”
It said,
“By helping me
Connect with my Lord
whom I have to face
when you will not be with me……
By loving the life in you…
By loving one and all….
By fulfilling the purpose
of your being……
Just set me free…..
Just set me free”………

Speak to me in iambic pentameter
and weave Shakespeare sonnets with Milton anecdotes.
Read me riddles and rhymes divulged
over uneaten dinners and swing-sets with broken chains.
Allow me to lip-synch to your ballad of broken piano-fingers
and I will lay next to you in the dew grass and smoke memories
wrapped in Marlboros.
Paint anagrams for me in the colors of
raindrops and oil spills.
Send moonlight messages in the austere silence
of silhouettes and shadows puppeteered
by flashing fingers and flickering wicks.
Dance with me in the musky autumn aroma
of crackling, symphonic leaves
and I will smash angels into frozen oceans
and lay breathless beneath you and a blanket of snow.
Together we will dodge the juxtaposition
of an angry bonfire affection,
and let the consonants bound ahead of us
as we lay beneath oak trees and dream of laughter.
Lie to me in stanzas of forgotten rhyme schemes
and fill my ears with cotton and Dr. Seuss until
the syllables of make-believe words contort
themselves into definitions.
Play me a harmony of grace-notes that last
as long as a hummingbird’s heartbeat
and drum me a cadence that filters up
from the ground like dust-motes in sunlight.
Allow me to lay 3/8ths of an inch from your embrace
and feel the dove wing kiss of your pulse
against my snow-cap knees.
Permit me to take one last look at the
collapsing stars above, to take in the startling brilliance
of a beautiful thing that consumes itself,
and I will be content to close my eyes forever
and let you be my supernova.
Allow me one more peek,
one more snapshot of clairvoyance,
and I will let your fingers tangle with my hair once more.
I will let your ear rest upon my stereophonic heart
and your hand to settle delicately on my concave waistline.
I will permit your butterfly touch to read the Braille
engraved in the crease of my elbow,
and your quivering fingers to slide along
the skin of my forearm, smooth as fiberglass.
Chase me with arms wide open
and a daunting smile on heavy-set lips.
Fill me with sweet connotations and lullabies,
and sweep the denotations from my grasp with gentle
whispers and caresses.
Allow me a glimpse of what is good, and true,
and honest,
and I will float forever without looking up
and wondering why.
Speak to me, dear,
--together we will race to the ends of time,
and find that nothing exists but the warm imprint
left by two bodies in the dew grass.

Reminiscing these glittering lights which shined bright....
Once upon a days dawn ? Hearts and laughter blue tears casting they
Into prisms their colours to be splashed about, an horizons poetic canvas
Vast the cloth yet vague its borders; centre's sweeping of love's prolific strokes ?
Vibrant's cardinal red mingled with gray made ash; dividing lines in hues seperating
What was from this that is ? Bone white, askew the brushes handle tracing her skeletals
Key unlocking time's box aneath something of which seemed to be but, a wake
Amid candlelit dreams and abstract shards these, palette's we see ? Crystal black
Images silhouetting the defining in both you and me ? Night as day piercing, life's looking glass.

He comes without warning, impels suddenly
Common sense ebbs with the autumn leaves
He says, "don't do it, don't fall for me"
I stumble, I focus on where I have been
Lost in a vision, blurry and fogged
Where I dance to internal monologues
Only ever one you, yet admittedly
To you, there's a hundred thousand of me
These bleak, ageing memories grow more unclear
The ramifications don't cut so severe
A surge of new chapters show no sign of slowing
No stumbles, I focus on where I am going
Common sense ebbs with the autumn leaves
He says, "don't do it, don't fall for me"
If I dont exhibit, you will never see
Insistence is fulite, I already can't breathe

~ (~) About a teaspoon it takes me in the morning-coffee-that-is. (~) ~
~ (~) Cream more, sugar, a little-less, though truly I still do prefer my cup fresh brewed... its
superb when piping hot you know it sure is tasty. (~) ~
~ (~) Searching through those IM's e-mails trickle-trickle-hiss-bubble-pop-pop love-is-groovy
you bet man red lights hot lights an honor yes-I feel they're all an-honest testament that
hollowed ground is sacred... . Illuminating one and another their shadows dandling-along-a-
part-of-the-simple-collection-of-rain-puddles offering-their-jest, and from the beginning you-
know-I-believe they all exist as one light dancing together-until the very end. Because as
they vary; pale shades of poetic Grey, they carry for me of feeling but one of two tones
jocularity;
bitterness... . (~) ~
~ (~) Intoxicating really the harshness of Winter-fervency-of-Summer sweet rejoinder
cultivation of all our prayers... Spring... ! (~) ~
~ (~) Took a stroll amid the saffron all grown up in the Autumn laying down beside the day
lilies wisteria grace gently caressing them enchanting... . (~) ~
~ (~) Vibrant I find it all to be so very encouraging. (~) ~
~ (~) Looking now the frost once thick-crisp driveling down beading up upon the many grassy
shoots tulips lavender flower the mighty pines-now-reflecting-a-dewy-vapor, refreshing to the
touch, taste; hues of virtue mirroring this, glistening-upholding-all-things, in-their-
timelessness. (~) ~
~ (~) Life evolving hope offers this proposal questions often posed answers granted remain
open... because I believe peace and freedom this way friend are forever evolving,
while love all year 'round, it waits... pondering-this; as it deliberates... . (~) ~
~ (~) Like glistening crystal pools of alabaster sands scented-up diaper dusty-talcum baby
baby powder, funny contentment privy-so-privy I love the way newborns their eyes tend to
wander as they coo, all jovial, and-warm... surrounding all they know of God themselves in
the wake of the room... . (~) ~
~ (~) The birth of enlightenment a burst of individuality in every glance; I can't today but
maybe you, tell me now God is a farce, remaining kindle to the kind-less...
still the kinder... . (~) ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcGJb-mPMmg

Give me a season....give me a reason...to start anew
It's gonna be autumn soon and the leaves are dropping like dew
Give me a season...give me a reason...to change color
I bet I'd be the color blue....Ohoohooooh... But I'm just a blur
Give me a stairway...teach me the baby steps...to start anew
It's gonna be a tornado...pretty soon and the wind is blowing so true
Hold my hand...hold it tight...give me your trust...give me a sign of contentment
I bet you're the color yellow...like the burning sun....ohoohoooooh...we'll set up a tent
We'll be together at last...the ocean won't separate us...ohoohoooooh no!
We'll be partners at task....the mountains won't make us give up...ooh ooh no!
We'll be together all the time!
We'll be together...no matter what time...
What season...what day...what hour
We both got the power
And we won't cower!
We will blossom up like a flower
And we will be as vigilant as a tower!
I'll change the season to spring time
Just for you...just for you...
I'll obliterate the darkness and destruction...I'll wipe off the grime
From your hand...from your hand
Our friendship will never cease
And we'll create peace...
Peace in mind
Peace that you'll find
In the Spring time
There is a time
For peace, love and hope
I'll do what you wish and never say "nope!"
Because we'll be working together
And we will conquer!
And we will be stronger!
And we'll create peace...
in due time...we'll have peace in mind
Peace that we'll find
In the Springtime

The chances that we get ~
You never know when they'll end?
In the blink of an eye
Your or them, and then....
Why is it so hard to see
So hard to be?
Awaken, from your dreams!
The hardest of hearts, is the hardest of all
A chain, a chain and a ball
Deeper and deeper and deeper, you fall....
Days turn to years and years disappear
And never again ~
Chances that we get; people that we've known
The loves, the lives, your very own
Here, then gone, and what
Saying goodbye....
Why, is it so hard to see
So hard to be, free to see?!
In the blink of an eye
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....“Awaken, From Your Sleep” ~
"A Prophecy Fulfilled"
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Approaching a ten year anniversary wherein the Angel of this The Lord....
Stood behind these curtains afore an infant adorned, in filthy rags their life
...."In Progress." *

A world of passion, where happiness is the norm
Sun is peaking out, even in the midst of a storm
Trees striking poses, grass dancing with the wind
Heaven's tears of joy, falling to the surface end
Mother nature's air consumed with gratifying bliss
Angels smiling down sending their satisfying kiss
A gentle melody, is sung by vocal bees and birds
Carried away by God's harmonious words
Life grows sweeter, with every newborn second
Each moment is cherished, like the wise would reckon
Regret is extinct, great memories are everlasting
Hate is discriminated, pure love is always blasting
Fulfillment never lacked, distributed to all who care
Happiness inserted into all the hearts willing to share
Kids playing in the fields, completely spirit free
Adults laughing in awe of everything they see
It seems so fictitious, yet it's extremely real
Life is love, and love is what we should feel
Matters of the heart, pursued in a sincere fashion
The world is what you make it, when chasing your passion
By: Steven Dean Jr.

This craggy valley lies in the west
My home, this place I love the best
So many seasons passed our way
Since first we came one Autumn day
These ancient trees, these gentle slopes
So young we were, so filled with hope
No spot I love like this on earth
My children grew, this place from birth
How often beneath the boughs they've played
On summer days in the peaceful shade
The giant oaks shake by autumn's mellow breeze
And in the winter's storm shed brown, rust leaves
To view Mount Shasta's snow capped peaks
Will cheer my thoughts when days are bleak
Majestic glory, so serene
Guards over valleys, rust and green
Not far away, a stream flows swift
It fills the heart, sends cares adrift
Each grove of trees, each hill and mound
Still seems to be enchanted ground
Of scarcely moving seedling grass
It waves in sun like shining glass
Where summits rise both high and steep
And rocky valleys vast and deep
When heavens black and thunder roars
The rain in torrents, downward pours
When the sun breaks through clouds, on mountain tops
And skies are filled with spring raindrops
We're blessed to live the country life
Far off from city, noise and strife
God, help me not to take for granted
My home, this gift which I've been handed.

"Oh, how you splinter me...."
Looking, through your looking glass
Portraits, of your present
And images, of your past
You say you see
You say you know
You say you do
But really....
You don't!
You sprinkle your sugar
You sputter your spatter
For all of those as yourself
To whom, it doesn't even matter....
Wrapped in your paper
And wrapped in your chatter
These monuments and pyramids
Of your self, absorbing...."Splatter"
Your purposeless, and your pointless
Pitter patter....
Your lines, they are divine
Your words, they are immense
But unto me, they do all seem
Void....And teetering
Upon the pretense!
Standing in front of you now
Staring, into your eye's....
You tell me that you do
But I do, wonder why?
Peering through your window
Looking through your glass
Your visions, for tomorrow
Should your yesterdays....They pass!
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~ Splattered ~

This could have been just another day
To watch the world go by in silence
To stare at the lights
And it seems to come from nowhere
And mesmerizing those moments
You held me in your arms
Perhaps, maybe
One of these days
The leaves start to fall
And flew into the sky
Like those clouds that ran fast
That can never be hides
Through the passing wind
As you had promised
Beyond the highest tower
That has been drowned
In the ocean of tears
This could have been just another hour
To sit beneath the bridge of stone
And stare the sunset
And wait for another day
To cross the streets for you to reach out
And find the word goodbye
That I don’t know how
Somehow, one of these days
You’d rather say hello, and
Forget who I am
Like those empty skies
That longing for the stars
Waiting for a long day
To see them dazzling as neon lights
Like those words, you had sworn
For more than a hundred times
That make my heart dance in a glow
This could have been just another minute
To embrace the cold breeze
That was passed my way
And to hold the shadow of the sun
Vanishing along within my palm
As holding dreams
That can never be mined
Maybe, one of these days
I will be as an autumn leaf
That was been forgotten by your heart
That dies in your soul
One of these days
I will be the tress,
Dancing in the wind
I will be the lights,
Reflected on water shade
That cannot be held, neither can you feel me
-----August 21, 2010-----
.

it feels good to know
I have found someone
who cares as much
as I love the sky
as I love the rain
as I love spring
or a summer day
it feels good to know
I can look in your eyes
and not be denied
the love I feel inside
is more precious than
the first blooming flower
the first clap of thunder
the first ray of sun
after a shower
it feels good to know
where ever we go
you are always with me
by my side
and knowing you love me
makes me fly
higher than the biggest plane
further than geese on autumn days
for I am undoubtably yours
forever.

Through his time of suffering
you sheltered him from the storm
he knew the love you gave to him
would keep him save and warm.
He may have only come into your life
for just a little while
but he gave you all his love
with tenderness and a smile.
And although it’s with the Angels
he now shares a Heavenly home
with all the love he left you with
you are never quite alone.
For when you’re near a playground
on a summers day
you will hear his laughter in
the children as they play.
And when you hear the wind blow
all those autumn leaves
you will feel his gentleness
drifting through the trees.
When you see the stars
shine in a winter’s sky
you will see the twinkle
so often in his eye.
And when you feel the freshness
of each day in spring
you will be so happy
to wear his wedding ring.
When you feed those Badgers
as you often do
you will always remember
he loved them just like you.

High in the autumnal air the smell of wood burning is everywhere
Folks tidying gardens love to burn forgetting that smoke has only upwards to go
What else is up here, yes, the feel of cold winds
As summer leaves us and autumn unfolds the air is full of coldness, making noses twitch
Thinking of winter and the cosiness of this reminds us that fireworks will soon abound
Lit on the ground but straight up they come to explode there
Making the air smell of age old battles
When gunpowder was king, just a memory within the mind of the old
Who read of these things
Romance is in the autumn air after the warmth of the sun made the love grow
Needs the cosiness of autumn to keep,the pair together to find the love they knew
Oh autumn air with clouds in your way push them aside, so the sun can stay
Send warmth down to us, we need it each day, or we will wither and die
The air is full of surprises, the birds flying in to stay
Cos some like the cold weather, then there's those that flyaway
The bees and butterflies are near finished, nectar is collected Job is done
The noise of the snores of the hedghogs and such, as asleep they will stay
Until the air is of springtime, they will awake .
Goodnight autumnal bliss, i look forward to a new you each day.

We live in time and empty space,
Always trying to hold our place;
From birth to death we try to find,
Ways to heal a troubled mind.
I am naught and you are all,
You are grand and I am small;
Yet time remains with joy and sorrow,
Hovering between today and tomorrow.
A time to work, a time to play,
Time to greet another day;
Needing to touch the earth and sky,
To know the answer to the question why.
Time to love spring, time to love fall,
If I had to choose, I'd take them all;
For spring brings life with birds that nest,
And autumn brings a soft season of rest.
Time to feel joy, time to feel pain,
To touch all we feel all over again;
For joy brings life and happy laughter,
And pain brings tears and often anger.
Time to climb with stilts to Mars,
To play in the blue with all the stars;
Skipping through sky's Milky Way,
While others sleep and others play.
A time to rise and a time to fall,
A space to feel nothing at all;
For time touches all that is real,
And nothing at all is what time tries to steal.
A time to be born, and a time to die,
A time to laugh, and a time to cry;
For the young at heart have lives to live,
And the grey haired old have lives to give.

Shame is what I felt when I’ve known you,
‘Cause I thought I need to hate you
But with a glance I dreamt of you,
With just a smile I learned to love you.
Broad shoulders with a good looking face.
Eyes and lashes like those of a doll’s face.
But do I need to love how you look?
Lucky I am you’re not a crook.
Sugar and spice and everything nice.
Things that would describe you.
Rebel but sweet and oh so neat,
Hope that you could see me through.
Fancy I am it’s just a crush,
For I don’t want my heart to crash.
Hurting is not what I meant,
But to be hurt is need to be bent.
Need not to look for a crystal ball,
Or a lady with a Heart of gall.
Deck of cards is not on the list,
It’s just you that I need, and boom! There It Is.
My heart I hope that you’ll accept.
Feelings that are not easy to forget.
It’s just love that I need from you,
To embrace me in your arms as you say I love you.
So true as it is and wish it wouldn’t stop,
For I need someone like you to fill my heart up.
Warmth of your caress is what I need,
For I‘m a needy of your love indeed.
It’s just your hands that would comfort me,
Through rainy days of each morning.
Of autumn and winter, of summer and fall
There’s nothing that would stop me to love and to fall.
The caress I need would fade,
For I do not forget that you’re in a cage.
Committed to someone else is what I Knew
But do I have to wait for you?
The sand fills the glass as days went by.
Waiting for you makes it easy for me to die.
I’ll just lie again so that the pain will end.
Cry again caused by lies that never ends.
Lie to my lips is what I did.
My heart broke again as what I said.
Afraid to sleep again to dream of you.
Afraid to love again because of you.
Moving on now is my task
For there’s nothing much for you to ask.
You just committed a sin with your deed.
You hurt the both of us, of what you did.
Now that you’re in a cage, I won’t trouble.
Because maybe there is someone... like you were doubled.
Wish I could find him and lead me away,
But what’s this? He’s leading me to stay.
I’m not here to stay because I wanted to.
He led me here, because he knows that I love you.
To set me free is what he wants.
Now I have to start again and flip my wand.
To wait for you now is my only choice.
To love you secretly is not a poise.
Don’t worry I’ll be quiet, for them not to hear,
My feelings for you, for I love you so dear.

Sparkling drops of purest light
Roll down and merge on crystal glass,
And looking out on skies of grey
She sees not what she hoped would pass.
So in those eyes of autumn brown
Are pearly tears that mirror those
That stream past eyes but are not seen
By any but that widowed rose,
For though she heard she cannot hear
The news that came one hour before.
The sorrow heaves but strength beholds,
For with those tears her heart would pour.
And auburn tendrils frame her face,
But neither does she know nor care.
Though what is wrong should make her blush
Silence reigns for that is fair.
The windows foggy surface gleams
As realisation starts to dawn,
Her knight is never coming home
Across the parks and tendered lawns.

His small red car, a dent on the left rear side,
is parked in our driveway, all loaded, a full tank of gas.
His duffel is crammed with rock-band t-shirts, faded torn jeans,
new underwear and socks, (that I insisted we buy),
and that ratty old jacket with the hole in the elbow.
Guitar, books, sports equipment, and cardboard boxes
filling the back seat of his little sedan.
On the passenger seat in front,
is a battered old shoe box tied with string.
Those are private letters from girlfriend, Cindy.
(Oh yes!...The same box, that his sister found one day,
when she tucked it under her arm and ran from him laughing.
His long legs chased her through the house, screaming, ...
"You're going to die for that!!!!")
But...that was on another fall day.... A day that now seems forever ago....
While today was silently sleeping...
On this sunny, autumn day, his sister is quiet, she is not laughing.
He and his father share a hug and an affectionate pat on the back.
I stand back, watching them, on that dreaded, concrete driveway.
The trees rustle, and someone's lawnmower is humming
A neighbor is driving by, as if it's just another ordinary day.
I give him the care box I made...laundry soap, toothpaste,
candy, energy bars, his favorite home made oatmeal cookies.
Hugs, extra tight. One more, and then another.....
(Hold it in!....Hold it in!....I can do this!....)
"Be sure to call when you get there. Drive carefully. Love you."
Love you
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Submitted for Debbie's "Emote" contest....(sadness/love)

Precious moments fade away leaving only memories behind
Like the summer breeze, the starry nights-
The unspoken thoughts that rise again 'n again in my mind,
Only to make the tears well up and cloud my sight
Memories of better days slip away like tiny grains of sand
The little things you used to say,those laughing eyes,
The soft caresses and warmth of your hand
Are'nt erasable, try as hard as I might.
The fall of the leaves with autumn season
Follow the cycle of nature and reason
Another reminder of the transience of time,
Like the yellowing photos of yours and mine
Are cherished memories that get better with age as vintage wine
This tells me that letting you go without a fight was a crime.

An autumn evening watching the sunset.
As the sun kisses the earth where they met.
The orange slivers of light between the trees,
somehow puts your mind at ease.
It can take you back long ago.
When you were a child, with a bright glow.
Just playing in the yard with your family.
Running around just being free.
You remember your innocence and carefree mind.
Wishing for that youthfulness we want to find.
There was something about that atmosphere.
It made everything bad just disappear.
We had our whole lives to look forward to.
We had the opportunity to do what we wanted to do.
But when your a kid there is no point in looking ahead.
Because those were the greatest days of our lives, enough said.

Although Many Years Have Come And Gone Since
Her Beauty Graced This World; Tender's Touch As
Memories Still Dance Amid, Love's Lamp; Embers
Stirring These Fires Inside Hearts, She Had Kissed
White Doves With Olive Branches, Gliding Across
Pristine Shores As Celestial, Waters; Her Warmth..
Like The Sun Piercing To Embrace A Cold Winter's
Day She'd Be; These Rainbows Colours Amid Dark
Pelting Bitter Rains; In This Distant Land, An Angel
Was Her Mentor And Companion; Or So It Seemed
When She Would Enter The Room; Spreading Her
Loving Wings ? Children Would Gather Around They
Whom Had Lost All Hope, In Broken Scenes; Castaways
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...."To Hear Her Sing ˜ She Was, 'An American Girl!'" *

This is the cont. of the part 1, since it wont fit in just one go...sorry for wasting your time for such a dull story. Thanks and God bless.
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We finally stopped and I asked you to close your eyes. Boy, how much you argued to just not have your eyes closed. But you did. You did honey. I walked you out slowly, to where we’re headed. You opened your eyes to a marvelous scenery of the country. There we enjoyed our time. There we planned for our lives. And there is where we had decided to spend it all. A place where you and I would someday have children to grow old with. And a place where you and I would rest our souls happily.
I remember them all. Every bit of them Bell. I wanted to. They will always remind me of you. And though it’ll always be hard for me, I can always take it. I will bare all the pain for the joy of remembering you. To remember everything from the day we met till the day you left...
As much as I want to, as much as I want to have those dreams of ours come to life, they’ll never be without you. We never had the babies we wanted. We never had the house we planned to build. The summer horse riding you always wanted. The night of the winter by the warm chimney. The morning spring to gone out fishing. And the autumn noon walk at the woods of your desire..........
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To be cont. .... sorry but it wont fit :D

Sit down, Sit down, Wandering Knight,
Your Queen waits in secret for you in vain.
Make haste, Oh, Wandering Knight,
Your Queen sits lonely in the balcony again.
Break your Oath, Woe betide Knight,
The Queen wishes to heal you from all pain.
Oh, Loitering Knight! Oh, Loitering Knight!
Remember her pale beauty, forsaken by your honor,
Shred our love in pieces, this love is only anguish.
Even before meeting, ruin was spreading her tart ardor
Wooer of disaster, in this Realm, love is a way to punish,
For love is here the most clever and malicious traitor:
A doom to all land, in strife and blood will split and perish.
Tremble now, Tremble now, Forlorn Queen.
Cling to the memories, filling the trail you now follow.
Rush now, Rush now, Forlorn Queen.
Tremble with pain, blazing your face with sorrow.
Do not Despair, Do not despair, Forlorn Queen.
Your Knight rests in the ground struck by an arrow.
Ah, Doomed Queen! Ah, Doomed Queen!
Hurry in swift gallop to match the ill fortune’s march,
Bestow your final love, seeding the sourest tears.
Death looms willful, in her wake all living will perish.
In your arms life fades, facing you his spirit swears
Vowing for a love, that not even Death could finish
Scorching Love, marking your heart with many sears.
Ah, abandoned Queen! Abandoned Queen!
Even in your retire, you still not rest well...
Ah, abandoned Queen! Abandoned Queen!
For the autumn is your only station to dwell...
Ah, abandoned Queen! Abandoned Queen!
But only in the winter’s mists you hear his yell...

Standing in front of the minitures full length looking glass....
Trying to put upon my tiny little tux with its white bow
Tis only been a year or so, since I stopped wearing diapers
The Angel saying, Hurry up Tristen, Genavieve is waiting; What ?
Salty tears beginning to roll down my rosy cheek; how come she's here and
We weren't supposed to see each other afore picking her up at the meadow ?
Smiling as rushing past, our furry happy friends; goodbye everyone....
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...."A Fairytale" *

This master of dance forms
Led not by tender grasp of hand.
A clutch of hair pulled back, offering ivory throat
Began the waltz.
Arms around your neck...embracing? No!
Hanging on
For fear, of
falling
falling leaves equinox trees
Through his window show
ballet of gold
and red and brown
Color never so real and loud
til pleasant pain shocked her
Yin/Yang cold fusion
Persephone went down
Submitting to autumn smoky death
Sailing back to life on spring rivers
Fluid alchemy borne of violent thrust
Overlord Prince Master
Holding, taking
Harder, faster
Teeth to breast
Nails to flesh
Curve to line
So becomes the Androgyne

Hazel Eyes
WLM
Wildncrazy555
September 15, 2011
Such beautiful eyes
So full of mysterious disguise
They have the sheen
Of a light light green
And yellow as the autumn sky
As you gaze you wonder why
As I wait to meet
Surely my heart will greet
Of the feelings we share
Surely, Do we DARE
As we run through life amongst and with it
Through our devoted commitment
Follow the long forgotten past
In our hearts we know it will last
Our love is so fine
In our eyes you see it as we dine
To feel the warmth of her skin
The feelings I know she will let me in
From this day forward I know she is mine
Our love will last till the ends of all time
The feelings in my heart are a must
Truly, truly they are JUST!
Dedicated to a lady I know
Jacki Wahner McDowell
With Beautiful Hazel
EYES

Her presence as cool as autumn breeze,
Her grey color eyes do faithfully tease.
Her kiss as soft and gentle as floating leaves,
Her caress as warm as the one she receives.
Autumn colors perfect her body’s movements.
With precious curves, needing no improvements,
Her curious laugh that sparkles like the morning dew,
Certain words she speaks that deliver clever queue.
Even her slight anger intensifies my love so deep.
Falling in love in the fall places all issues asleep.
Autumn romance sets a warm tone before cold arrives.
Truly in this time of year, love endures and survives.
written for
Sponsor Michael J. Falotico
Contest Name Falling in Love in the Fall
written by
Cecil Hickman

I like the season of autumn
And love to watch the falling of leaves
Listening the music of Nature
While walking and moving amid the bunch of trees
When the breeze blows creating music
While moving from trees to trees
In Autumn, when trees are shedding leaves
I love to watch the falling of leaves
It’s splendid beyond words to write
When leaves are falling from trees in autumn
A beauty to see and a joy to feel in our heart
When thousands of leaves fly in the air and depart
Before they embrace their friends on ground
In Autumn, when trees are shedding leaves
I love to watch the falling of leaves
In the much awaited season of autumn
When breeze touch us and embraces the trees
And the setting sun spreads its beaming rays
On flowers, trees and on leaves departing from trees
It appears as if the sky is showering
Its precious treasures on Nature and mankind
In Autumn, when trees are shedding leaves
I love to watch the falling of leaves
Some of them fall on me as if to greet
While some to tell their story in brief
They seems to murmur while in the air
And while falling on the heap of leaves
Those which were singing, dancing and enjoying
While flying in the air, resting on ground or lying
Had a cool smile and were singing their love song last
They lived a life full of hopes and loved everyone till last
In Autumn, when trees are shedding leaves
I love to watch the falling of leaves
They kept their promises made to God
Of loving their fellow folks till their last
They were singing, dancing on nature’s thrill
While on trees, they happily inhaled shining rays
And enjoyed Moon’s nectar till it became pale
This was the story they were trying to convey
To each passerby who had time to stay
To listen the story of leaves without a say
In Autumn, when trees are shedding leaves
I love to watch the falling of leaves.
Kanpur 20th Nov. 2009 concluded in Part II

They as some say, you can't help it when your in love...
Where passion pours uninhibited her ? Free flowing from
A heart's quill: brush the canvas virgin white; gossamer scenes
In candlelight; quantum dreams their no surprise: love's rendezvous
Balanced beams his moon she shines; twined these two, to paint her eyes.

I remember a place
with a heart concrete
that lived and breathed the night.
It was a place that glowed
pulsed in time with the pounding of the night's workmen,
stewed in the warm, wet flood of autumn streetlight
walks past stoops that lined the blackened stretch of tar
sneakers and scarves so cool
that they melted and smoked at the touch
And from your window,
you could see it all;
you could see the birds and the beetles
contented in their coats of cold,
And you could see me stop
every evening at the foot of your door
and tip my hat to the wind
that blew like lips to horn.
Your window was a gateway
to a place too good to live,
too good to believe in,
too good to taste and smell and touch
when the sun was up and shining,
for everything that happened
happened at night,
when the pipes lit up and the children's shoe-soles
sounded loud and echoed proud through the alleyways,
and the TV sets ceased their roaring
for a moment long enough to keep the hopscotchers on their canvas-clad toes,
and the radio merely tickled the air
with notes of a blue
deeper and truer than the vastest, most empty starless sky...
And spilled on the sidewalk-chalked walls of brick and young love
was a moon,
a moon whose dusty, yellow glow
was all that we thrived in
all that we loved and hated and wished and kissed in,
all that we sang and shouted and drank and pissed in,
and all of us missed it
when the hours on the clocks of dark dried up,
leaving us with little more than empty gazes,
empty bottles and empty beds,
empty arms and empty heads,
promises broken,
desires unfulfilled,
but with sweetest day dreams
of the night to come.

Down by the Avalon at the Christchurch Square
Weeps the living willows, serene, free from care
Nature’s own exotic home, a garden set in greenery
Here the Avon River fountain flows majestically
Victoria Park rest near the Christchurch Town Hall theme
Punting on the Avon is a relaxing pastime dream
This Avon runs along the botanical gardens to view
The Copthorne Central hotel overlooking Victoria park too
You can dine A La Carte while you travel round the city
Punting the Avon without seeing the cathedral would be a pity
Seeing the Bridge of Remembrance over the Avon is awesome
Sort of like Autumn before springtime helping life blossom
Avon River at Victoria Square is Heaven’s garden summery
It runs through Hagley Park, in Christchurch, breathtakingly
Nearest the Train Station Tramway, a few miles from my home
Check out some of the photos here of places where I roam

An Afternoon with T. S. Elliott
As I lay on the verdant grass at college
under the Myrtle tree
I am bathed and entranced by the dancing-dappled light
That flickers above me through warm patchy autumn skies
And diamonds of light that sparkle on yellow green finger shaped leaves-
Autumn’s warmth softly caresses my uncovered feet
It encourages me to slumber – until my gaze is mesmerized at
Two courting grey and pink Galahs perched in the branches above me
As they caress each other-
And above my head-even higher
Two yellow/green/blue parrots playfully peck and groom
Amidst a myriad of other bird calls
From other birds that are hidden to my eyes-
Then suddenly - I glimpse them - darting here and there playing
Catch-me-if-you-can - amidst the dappled rippling light that falls on
Grey-brown branches
I pause and ponder for a moment; I should be writing my assignment on T. S. Elliott; I think upon one of his lines...
" Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree!" T.S. Elliott
At last I hear God’s inviting voice; muted sounds on the wind- is this-
His voice-of Love?
Brenda V Northeast c 30/03/05 (Re write- 20/1/2012)

He's of a bright yellow and auburn color,
and Autumn leaves match his feathers well;
what a gorgeous canary stands on my window-sill...
and I call him the friendliest, most talented warbler!
Next door, there are heartless and crazy boys who harm birds
by using slings and stones to bring them down,
and then watch them die by inflicting more pain;
that's so cruel, don't ever do it to another canary, rascals!
Kids, don't kill my bird...he's a useful animal
with the biggest heart in the Fauna's kingdom,
if he ever died, I would be confined to dreary boredom!
Let him live, so that I can continue living through the Fall!
He comes to visit me hardly flipping his wings so fragile,
and he surprises me sometimes, while I play at the piano so carried away
by the notes that himself sings for me in a triad chord so simple;
would you want to hear him sing that melody...are you listening to me?
Birds are put in cages, if they were wild animals like lions and tigers,
but they are the beautiful and gentle creatures of the Wild and they run from hunters,
not from bird-watchers...and you say,"They aren't intelligent or wise!"
Watch them in their habitat: you'll learn to adore them, and love them for life!
Kids, don't kill my bird...he has caring parents like those in a loving family,
I rescued him from a forest's trap...his legs were caught and they bled;
I took him home and gave him first aid, and he miraculously survived!
Did God send this bird to me...to test me how compassionate I would be?

On the offshore of Atlantic ocean, - On the offshore of Atlantic ocean,
Walking on the bridge of hurricane,Intensifying force of wind hit my soul.
Empty streets with no one around,Paving away the roads of silly love.
Turning skies into grey,
We both freaking near the bay,
Freezing rain drizzled away,
Snow rain sizzled with a hope of ray!
Ohhhh my god,It's damn awesome!
Abundance of Lush green meadows was the season's feather.
Into the red,yellow,purple,brown,The transition of leaves,Echoed the sense of melancholic reflection.
Showering and Turning my dark days into bright, Its time to bloom with an early sunrise.
Bizarre cloud,dusty storm,
Love spouted between the two egoed rabbits.
Bursting the introvert feelings,cherishing the moments together at the street's of luxe ville.
Left an Autumn of love in our heart!
Light sun curvature reflecting against my eyes,
Awned wheatgrass,cold wind wrapping us,moving into the world of fantasy.
Beating down, The rhythm and blues, shaking the jazz with a sip of jigger!
Mild night temperature with deep brown coffee,
Amorously advancing towards romance,
Nature taking the baby steps,dissolving in the essence of season,Gladly applauding Your arrival ,warmly welcoming an Autumn!

My hands are wrapped around a warm cup of coffee, warmth from the fire fills the room
I glance out the window and see you through the window laced with frost
Flecked with snow, your fingers brush away each flake
With your breath, you breathe warmth and life into each vine
I sit and watch you, around me the books we have read, lost in the dreams we made
Then spring comes and our mornings are spent in yawning conversation
Your fingers are dancing across the vines, each new leaf a wonder
The vines are reaching above us, searching out the warmth of the sun
In the warmth of the summer days we lay under an umbrella of velvet green leaves
In the vines above us, we see our reflection in the leaves, wrapped in each others arms
You lay your head on my shoulder, the scent of roses moves through the air
Roses are in full bloom all around us, and the moist green earth beneath
It is a brisk autumn night, the roses have now closed
The vines are quiet now, dormant but bathing in the full moonlight
The smell of the fireplace fills my head, crackling sounds fill the room
Your voice is my music, music of love, we feel reborn as we go on our journey of firsts
Now the days are long and gray as we spend the days watching from warm windows
Our rose garden sleeps now in wait of the warm sun to come
You sit by the fireplace and feel the warmth of my hand on yours
We sit there quietly, my arms around you, we talk and dream of springs to come

A glitters parade of fireworks aneath love's moon
Colourful lights lighting her Summer's, wistful night
Escaping, this hard rock cafe called life ? Psychedelic
Furs their Pretty In Pink playing whileas a mother cry's...
Children about their side at her lover, she screams; enter
Reality beholding his fiery sunset today; cannot remember
The last time these eyes held such a view ? Blew another kiss
Into surround sounds sky; caught a star whom then asked why.

Under the sheets, you love.
You breath soundly, sleep deeply, you
encompass emotions,
no longer the impression of togetherness.
Stitches that have been picked apart
by loneliness.
Cracked cement between two bricks.
100% eggshell Egyptian cotton sheets,
pulled tight across the mattress, wrinkle free
as the perfect child-like face of a
twenty four year old man,
not for sale.
The jar of sweets on the top shelf that a
desperate infant fails to reach,
but do they give in to the inaccessible?
Under the sheets, you speak.
Words, intermittent off your tongue as sunlight searing
through desolate trees.
I catch a few that please me, swallow them whole.
You rise and fall with me, two
leaves in an autumn breeze,
who knows if they’ll decorate the same pavement,
or if the path it leads to will match.
A song written by a foreign agenda that
I’ll never quite decode.
Your hand grips mine in accidental sleep.
I pretend you are awake.
My fingertips interlocked with gold,
they are so lucky, tucked into your palms,
clinched in the calm.
They squeeze back for dear life, dreading
the dawn; the ceremonial opening of the gift that
reminds me of the rarity that I hold,
One-off moments, cherish them as a rainbow at Christmas.
Under the sheets you are free
to truly be
with me.

You are
petals of velvet
the whisper of a moth's wings
dreams kept in bottles of silvery glass
the balmy breath of a moonlit night
You are the silence between words
the winter dreams of a cat, curled up fireside on the hearth
the shiver of leaves dancing in autumn fervor
the echo of the lone traveller's footsteps
the lullaby hummed by a mother to her child
To me you are all these things,
you are precious, you are adored

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To everything turn, turn, turn ~
Standing upon the ledges edge; uncovered
As peering about her city lights below?!
Gathering in biopsies water colours
Moments splashed atop their vestige be neons
Dissecting organisms called life; time
Seeking purlieu sorties reasons incised!?
Lifted, from his palette of brushed; this rhyme....
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.."SwitchBlade" *

As the days started growing shorter
I began, my love, to court her
With leaves fluttering to the ground
My heart, an absent love had found
With cold winter days ahead
I felt warmth inside instead
As the harvest moon shown full and bright
We gazed at each other all through the night
With another year coming to a close
I had finally found my lifetime rose
And in the autumn of that fabulous year
Our future together did first appear
by Joe Flach, submitted for the "Falling in Love in Fall" contest sponsored by Michael Falotico

Dear friend,
Today, I turn the pages of our memories.
Those laughter and tears.
That we have shared for more many years
Those secrets that we hide
underneath the cherry tree.
These photographs I held, and
I used to smile every time I looked at them.
Dear friend,
I've been to the place where we first met
It’s the same old, and new, nothing has changed
like an old book with precious stories.
Every page has a wonderful thing to say
like a laughter that remains on air
They’re sounds like music in my ear
A symphony of our yesterday.
Dear friend,
I plow our memories that blanket by autumn leaves
on this mango tree
And its branches look so droopy.
But there’s a last leaf-standing firm on a trunk
That forgotten, as the time goes by.
Like this friendship buried from the shadow of past
Thou, I know it will never last.
Dear friend,
Remember the summer skies.
Those butterflies that landed in our hands,
The kites that we ever flew,
In these green fields of our childhood memory,
We were children once before
When the trees were tall, and we were small
And now we are tall and the trees fall.
Dear friend,
Autumn was come
and the leaves started to fall,
I can’t count the hours, how long I've stood here.
Waiting for your presence.
That you have promised you will come.
The wind whistles like your soft voice,
I feel the heavenly touch on my face.
Dear friend,
You never told me that you are leaving
Along with the clouds pass by
Together with the angels, flew in the sky.
Like the waters that flow freely back to the sea.
Like a wind that danced on its own.
But your soul still live inside of me,
You will always be my special memory.
Dear friend,
I wrote you a letter sealed with my tears
Saying take care, I miss our funny deeds.
Id rather be sad,
And my heart is in grief.
But somehow I’ll be happy then.
That once in my life I had you as my friend
Dear friend, you will always be my best friend.

Waking unto the lighted tree, reaching towards her waning night
Cast a glance this moon she swings; their thousand crows his child's
Dream these barking dogs and love that brings; questions, what do they
Speak the infant crawling past an open door ? Spoon of hand quest be more
Picturesque, transfigured scenes with golden dolls, about sanctum swings....
While her world outside she weeps they cry another battle song ? Insidious banners
These fireflies which wave their truth amid smoke-stained skies; death as blood, romanticized.

Love deceives
when it comes to family
It falters
just as Autumn wind hits trees
Leaves fall
just as tears begin to roll
down cheeks
Barriers appear we meet a wall
Words played
battle as we disagreed
Unfaultering
both stood firm decisions made
Battle grounds
Left, dark, dank, pools we cried
Half dead
we split. No longer passion found.

Lovely person dwell with me
Help me find a world so free
Hold me in your gentle arms
Protect me from this world's harm
I need you so to comfort me
To walk and talk and hear my plea
My heart is wounded I'm lonely and lost
Tossed in a pit with walls of salt
And each time i try to escape from my sorrow
The salt stings my wounds unhealed for the morrow
That is why i'm sad with grief
Mellowed and withered like an autumn leaf
Take me with you wherever you go
Teach me to love and cleanse my soul
Answer me, with your mystical powers
Oh, you my love, my heart requires
So to the world i cry out this plea
Lovely person dwell with me.

Come autumn rain, come wind of north!
Blow your darkness forth and forth –
I defy thee with my own strength
I fight against thy powers length!
Hail on me sleet, hail down your ice!
Smash down this human twice or thrice –
I will resist against your try
No matter how your storm may cry!
Embrace me night, embrace me cold
like arms of death and fog on wold –
oppose I can with my death heart
ward off the cold and lethal dart.
No storm is like dark feelings gale;
no hail can hurt like loving’s flail;
no cold can kill as amor’s arrow -
compared with love is fall a sparrow.

My feelings for you will never change
as our love blows on an autumn breeze
remember as you fly free you will be
eternally in my soul feel the warmth
of it's sweet embrace
~~~~~~
Visit my love in your heart know that
every heartbeat is of my deep love for you
remember us
~~~~~~
Those special moments are ours alone
we shared a love so strong
United on a twisting wind it's now time
for me to let you go
~~~~~~
Winter is singing us a different song
when you look back on us
know that you are still loved
you will never be forgotten
~~~~~~
My love for you is now wearing her
golden gown for in my heart it
will remain forever autumn

Let's go back to a different time
When the touch of a young woman's hand was sublime
And chivalry wasn't a sexist crime
Before civilization fell.
Where innocence and love combined
On the back porch swing as the Autumn moon shined
Happiness was more than a state of mind
Before it all went to hell.
We captured moonbeams and put them away in jars
Made love in the back seat of our cars
Lied in a field and gazed at the stars
And dreamed of a bright tomorrow.
It seems like something we could not avert
They took our good feelings and replaced them with hurt
Then took something beautiful and changed it to dirt
Filling our lives with sorrow.
Let's go back to that special place
Let me see that smile upon your face
Regret and sorrow, we can find no trace
And the sun shines high above.
Let's go back to a different land
Where lives aren't built on shifting sand
And we can hold our dreams in the palm of our hand
And the world is full of love.

SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM
Abbreviated by an early autumn night
the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun,
relented to September, as if dying might
give reason to all things the heat and time has done;
The stalks of corn, if touched, explode into a dust,
and water tables sink down to a new found low,
but love always goes on, as love, it always must,
through drought and flood, and shortages that come and go.
There in the field, an old man points his maple cane
as if a prophesy, and something we should know,
always, always, always, there will be too much rain,
or not enough, and only love can ever grow.
There is a blizzard brewing, it's part of the plan,
up in the wastelands north, with tons and tons of snow;
and on a winters' morn, snow will be deeper than
the fences seperating everything we know;
and how the wind will howl, and everything will freeze,
there's little we can do, but hope for early spring,
always, always, always, we fall down to our knees
in love and prayer that times like this always will bring.
Next spring the rains will always fall, perhaps too much,
for some the devil's arm will reach down from the sky,
and twisting life about, there is no gentle touch,
excepting love, and that is all that gets us by.
Always, always, always, love has to always be,
though borrowed from the wind, though sought in pain,
though snatched out of the grip of some cotastrophe,
if not for love, there'd be no welcome summer rain.

Hold me dear, close tonight
below the velevet blue colours of night
in the soft summer of thy embrace
breathe unto me the springs of life
kiss me once, with all
the flaming fire, the stars gifted their choicest lover with
an' catch the moon sighs, impatient in the silver gaze
ere, like beads of rain, they fall upon the cheek
kiss me again, as the warmth finds its way to blue autumn trees
beneath..against the teeth of the winter breeze
an' lull me to sweet sleep
the lilting whispers of love, like feather upon
silken realms...
hold..

Welcome
The time around filled with juvenility
The season solaced by the aura of odiferous
The world primed with unity
The love lived over by the essence of glorious.
Dream
A life lived on top of the world
A garden sated by the aroma of flowers
A nation saluted with laud
A peace blessed by the solemnity of prayers.
Blend
With the music that dance with your soul
With the rain melded by the rays, rainbow
With the life soothed along pride
With the macrocosm by the end of brow.
Pray
For the day, a prayer unspoken for live out
For the clouds silvery cottoned by autumn newbie
For the hapless longing for a day out
For the solitude by the event foregone.
Adios
The Time you lived today
The Nature that you acclaimed
The earth that you live on
The wishes proclaimed.

Traffic lights shinning in my eyes,
And here I am standing in the rain
counting every drop that fell in my palm.
The Cold breeze had frozen my body.
Like yesterday when you left me in vain
on where I can’t stand from all the pain.
That was yesterday I could still remember.
Yesterday, I was stood under the burning rain.
Where my heart was freezing under the sun
When all the blue and woe have passed my way
and those autumn leaves are my shelter.
On the broken tree house of memory
that my heart is getting weak,
And it’s hard for me to breathe.
That was yesterday, I was dazzled in lights of lies.
And today,
The sun grimaces in the early morn
were the world embrace me from the past.
That beauty blooms here inside my heart
Spring’s blossoms come only a second of time
For today, loves grown deep in the heart of me.
Voices tell me I should carry on,
To hold the stars up in the sky
and see the world will smile again.
Today, my heart will dance again.
For tomorrow,
Love will bloom like flowers in spring
A sweet smile will curve in my lips.
Tomorrow, I’ll be strong as a wind
dance on a game of love,
Swaying on a battle of life.

DOYLESTOWN SQUIRREL LOVE SONG
When Bushy Tail met Flashing Eyes
up on poplar limb
he fell in love with her at once
the only love for him!
And so he asked a friend of her
who told poor Bushy Tail
that Flashing Eyes would wed the Prince
it made his poor heart fail!
But Bushy saw deep in her eyes
one summer morning bright
there was real love, and just for him,
a love both strong and right
they fell so much more into love
but couldn't comprehend
why they could not together be
and Prince be just a friend.
They pled their love before the Prince
who laughed at them and said
I'll have the fairest in the trees
so get that in your head.
And then the Prince put out the law
they could not be in love
nor be together one more time
like they were dreaming of.
And Flashing Eyes cried all the time
while Bushy hurt each day,
their love grew stronger though apart
could love not find a way?
The leaves of summer turned to red
as autumn came around
and in the breezes drifted to
be carpet on the ground.
The day to wed was growing near
and hope was getting dim
when destiny came in to play
up on a poplar limb.
The Prince proclaimed he was the king
and Flashing Eyes would be
forever Queen and at his side
the top of royalty.
And then he boasted of his charm
his right and noble fame
when all at once he fell down to
a forest hunters aim.
Up in the trees where no one sees
real love is living there
for Bushy Tail and Flashing Eyes
and love is everywhere.

Leaning against a story books light post, upon the corner of 44th and Broadway
Taking one last drag while gazing at the billboard ahead; quiet became this frame
Ushering the muted techni-colour crowds; cast amid a breeze as swirling about
Chasing trails of smoke emitted these embers; italic in jet blue to hail times cab
Marquee's melting into neon's dust and what was ? Blurred, the rear views mirror....
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...."Calling All Angel's" *

As seasons change with love as breath with air
I reminisce our romance in the sands
That fade inside hours of Autumn's compare
Must she be leaves leaving my lonely hands
And I the brute and bare heart-broken tree
Never to know the comfort where she lands
Yet there is something more inside of me
A jealous pride perhaps that made her leave
Without a kiss or clue of what to be
Oh what a tale of fate dost Cupid weave!
Or should I blame myself, branches and all?
The distance of our hearts my hands would cleave
If only that thou love would never fall
Into the arms of one she would adore
And as for me...to never ever call
I reminisce our romance just once more
The spring and summer sands, free as a dove
Later I'll cry; for now this drink shall pour
From me to you and to Autumn our love

He was a tiny little tree
With branches so slender and thin
With leaves so soft and tender
The roots so light but tucked into the ground so tight
He was a tiny little tree
Free spirited, innocent, fragile
Until the forces of nature came
Screaming at him, shouting and beating him to death
But the tree held tight, and fought for its life
He braved the storm to survive
The tree survive but almost without a heart
The tree grew, with branches hard, firm and without a care
Not the warmth of sunny summer days touching his face
Nor the beautiful flowers of spring caressing his chest
Not the calmness of the autumn whispering in his ears
Nor the softness of snow falling into his palm,
None of these, Could soften the heart of the wounded tree
Nothing could break the spell of pain that engulf his spirit
Until a force so strong yet so gentle came to embrace the tree
A force so loud yet so calm, so firm yet so patient
The force’s hands nurtured him, though the tree ran far and fast
Hid from valley, to mountains, to the top of the hills
The force patiently followed the tree
The force never left the tree
Then one day the tree woke up as if from a very long and tiring sleep
It realizes the force was a no ordinary force
It was the softest and yet the strongest among all the forces in the universe
Its power is phenomenal, inevitable, and unexplainable
Ahh, yes it is the force he longed waited for
It is LOVE, the greatest force of all
The tree is no longer a tree now
The enthralling spell was broken
The tree turned into a MAN, a no ordinary man
He is a man, one with the force, one with love

Dreaming late last evening..
Caressing, fondling while kissing
Her delicate ivory breast
Beautiful and she erupting
A volcano having lain dormant
Through ages of ancient old
Twas heavenly, as her lava flowed...
She moaning in notes their sweet, rapture.

She, meaning that of something of nature.
Something born pure of wonders and such beauty.
Autumn, the time of year when all tree’s bloom that of color and love.
When the leaves fall to the ground to which it lye’s.
To there to which was thought of love from far.
As it was there my heart laid in thought.
As the wind blows through this cool autumn day.
As this day we have crossed in life.
But this day have I seen Autumn’s Beauty she portrays.
It’s there deep in soul I want to touch her.
As I think what it would be like for our lips to touch in such a passion.
In a manor of discrete and commitment.
To feel the true love to which autumn has inspired the sky’s to frost air.
To feel the warm, soothing breeze; she enhances my soul.
As I lye here in the leaves in the center of the woods.
I stare at the clouds rolling through the tree tops.
You know its beauty that enlightens the air.
As I sat and gaze at the mountains and curves she portrays.
To watch her move across the floor heaven has laid.
Captures my heart in many ways.
As the beauty of autumn is an inspiration to me everyday.
I know it’s something pure; God has put in my life this day.
I know I would be blessed that of an angel of heavens best.
As autumn I think of this day.
That just to have her love would be like that of a snow fall cover.
As nature was very kind with the scenery of the landscape.
As I would love her in many ways a snow flake would melt.
That the snow Tip Mountains wouldn’t be that of a cold snow drift lay.
But everyday would be a warm Beauty of Autumn love at blaze.

Upon a lonely Autumn night
I spied my prince by artificial light
Our eyes then met, and all was well
His voice, so sweet, said "Go to Hell!"
I laughed it off, assured he jest
And vowed that I would do my best
To win the hand of that valiant prince
By exposing my heart, my love to evince
For many a day, I followed his ways
Learning the patterns of his days
Careful to hide in alley and bush
Awaiting the moment of the ambush
My love, I knew, would fall to my feet
If ever I worked up the courage to meet
Aided, perhaps, with a hint of persuasion
Enhanced by the use of anaesthatization
Too shy to approach lest the ideal I mar
I followed the life of my love from afar
He seemed not to even know I exist
Oh, but I knew that that I could fix!
Upon a lonely Winter night
I spied my prince walking by streetlight
Our eyes then met, and before he could speak
I silenced him with professionally employed technique
Alas, we would finally be happy as one
Belong to me or belong to no-one
I'll have my way, as I always do
I know that I was made for you
Don't resist my psychotic persuasion
I've an episode for every occasion
An embittered word you devise to delay
Will only make you easier to sway
When in the darkness you feel fear
You can know that I am near
Waiting, watching, alway there
You will be my cross to bear
My dear, there's no reason to be blue
I promise I'm not going to hurt you
All I want is your fickle heart
You and I will never part
Something wicked this way will come
Resist all you want, we both know you'll succumb
Be it by poison, blackmail or lie
You can't escape me, however you try

My soul is among lions
I lie among the sons of
Men who are set on fire.”
Dramatica; expect the worst
And hope for the best
Is what some say ?
In life and breath and love and death
Portents..
Stopping in front of the Azteca's
Theatre admiring the lovely
Mannequin girl adorned as a communal
Daughter with long flowing hair and beads
Her many colours; sitting amid the tickets booth
Draped aneath cobwebs smiling and speaking
Unto my spirit in hues of yesteryears arrays
These, pantheon coronations....
Red double doors with circular windows trimmed in black
Conversing an entrance to cross through its beckoning ?
A schizophrenic passing by again; this, a portal unto the sun.

They didn't admit it
but I know what they saw.
I know about every horror,
I know about doubts and fears
and also about their pleasures,
their orgasms and their ecstasies
that led them to the gates of infernal madness.
An antithesis, I'd say, cruel agony full of candor.
I know what they felt
their essences, their insides
I know them to the core.
I know about their hands shaking
and about the cold sensation in their stomachs.
They are silent
but I know what they talked about;
flowers, seas, perfumes,
balsams and table delicacies,
smiles, strong colors,
beating hearts and joy.
About the newly born and about the "here lies,"
about huge storms
and endless doldrums.
All the heaven's angels and all their holy peace!
I know more!
I know about the loss of sleep,
the hopes of autumn swept away.
Blushing faces and sweaty hands
messy beds, flaming bodies
and abstractions described
by their vain philosophy.
I know about foggy eyes
about panting breath,
about laughing for no reason,
floating humors
changing the meaning
of what made sense
and of what had never made sense before.
Blood running hot in the veins
beautiful women looking ugly,
ugly women looking beautiful,
certainties and "who would say,"
the strong light of hanging oil lamps
the weak light of their days,
time eating candles,
spiders weaving cobwebs
and they falling into them.
They never confessed
but I know why they never disclosed
the cruel candor of this intense agony,
the eternal fire that cools every soul,
what cannot be understood or explained,
what provokes no fever but has no cure
and what guides and what drives them all
to that harsh and infernal door.
An antithesis, I'd say,
the peace of love and the hell of insanity!

I am not too concerned about getting it all right....
Nor about being a robot, caught up in somebody else's play
Time opened it's door ? Now, we're just pulling the pieces together
Don't fear the reaper and believe me, it doesn't matter what their kingdom
Be darkness thinks as better, has to say ? Truth is, they'll either get it, or they won't.

We enjoyed our walk below the autumn skies
Golden browns bloomed and graced our eyes
Hand in hand, through woods and fields
Marvelling at nature, and in what she yields
Darkness loomed on this late September afternoon
Clouds above massed, in impending monsoon
Slowly the rains fell from the skies
As the clouds opened in plentiful supply
I turned to my girl and she was on her knees
Her summer white dress in see through please
These autumn rains showed a lovely change in her
As she looked to the skies in delightful purr
Her wetted face had a glint in her eyes
As i kneeled before her, and her purr like cries
Our faces met, and our lips greet
In continual excite, repeat repeat
Sodden we are under this cascade of wet
This is one afternoon i will never forget
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-8.php

Wading through the mire of me; this desolation strewn a brief life
Across time left sorting now, these pages; debris, his broken pieces ?
Many say that patience be a virtue; ten thousand years but that a day....
Jacob's ladder amid her land of Luz; surely, God, is in this place ? Nascent
Entering narrow hallways apostasy, their Pandora's box ? Analogous she seems
Yet deemed of independent; severed, the material world; venerated institutions ideal
Paragons His balustrade ? Her bard and Angels await; love's gazebo Pier's balcony; asylum.

"When I stand with this silence
between us all, we are still never here --
and then I move and your whole world
shifts, and there you are. We were."
-- Tom Mars
and he had told her that he loved her, out here
between the valley of the shadow of dead twin
suns and the petrified web of the tinfoil
rocketship's silver scaffold, here, with the
wind snapping into the cult and bolt of them
and they were lead, precious pewter parachuted
across the little lakes of mercury like so many
silvered fishes smeared on sound Going
their own separate ways together The
wind weaved a momentary pyramid of sometimes over
them They breathed like partime pharaohs
disfigured as so many lovely paradoxes, holding
back the frenchblue gaseous
night with the infamous electric lights of
there own selfish suckled selves, especially
right here in this nubended yellow room of
a world, jaundiced by the naked raw bulbs
of stars and the disappointment of crushed
cigarette lives A kind of Autumn came for them and
the cadmium ground was lost leaves of foreign sands, out
here between the last light and their starship,
their thoughts caterwauling into
the limestone dusk of an alien world's
amphitheatre of the sensual, licked in its
familiar percussions, she had walked laughing
away.

Dedecated to my American friend, UrsulaT.Gibson
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Today Summer leaves St.Petersburg.
August has already prepared the suitcases.
His plane will depart after 12 hours of night.
At the same time other plane will land in my city.
Autumn will arrive in it.
Heads of trees still have their magnificent green curls,
There are many flowers still on my balcony.
But the sun is no longer tender,
But rain already cries beyond the window.
Tomorrow September will knock on our doors.
What he will be?
Gentle and fine?
Or cool and sad?
But somewhere in far California
you, my friend, continue to enjoy warm summer.
Your roses are blossoming,
Your cats lie in the shadows and converse with you.
At night the stars guard your dreams.
Several years ago
I did not know that there is such beautiful name, Ursula.
Now this name is present every day
In my letters, thoughts and poems.
Dear Friend!
Look at the night sky.
You will see a small star and will understand,
This is my soul has arrived to tell to you "Hi! "
While I sleep.
Hi, Ursula!
I hope, that this autumn will be our friend
And will bring us both good luck!

"Tertium guid...."
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Spending a few moments pondering
The syllogism of existentialism, and
All of the pages of histories
Finds, movements, theories and themes....
The intricities; complexities
Compounds; variables and factors
Real or imagined?
Proven, and reproven
Or, reasonings and conclusions
Breakthroughs!?
How far we've come
How far we've gone
On and on, and on and on....
Scientifical; anthrolifical; astronomical
Enlightenments, and advancements
Psychological; philosophical
Both, for me and you
That is, if we do, share
The same points of view?
Oh how I love complete silence
Stillness....
The meditation of contemplation
Trying to take hold, of the transitory
And to incise it, into forevers
Monomorphic stone!?....
Standing amid, a quaglistic earthium
Chisms of revisums; revisums, of the isms
Circular conjugation, concoursing
It's configurations....
Unbeknown, toward, a conflagration
Beyound the eyes?
This, schizogenic, schizogenesis
Genesis, of another nature
"Dementia Praecox"....With no eraser!
Gabylon, now in every nation....
Welcome, to, "My View!!!"
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......Helter Skelter.......

Especially amid the abstract statement by her country's commander in chief ?
That education is the best investment for America's future: feed them to breed them
Surely would seem but, another view ? Albeit, ancient by nature these absolute truths
Waxing gross as cankerous their sores crossing troubled time; pegged of pagans whom
Claim a tomorrow that they shall never find ? Again, extracting the Light to embrace this
Night his waning thought she sings in lullabies, lord Frankenstein ? Who shall confess you
........Afore, `HEAVEN'S MESSIAH, HIS KING OF KINGS`........

Like the winter trees
Left stripped bare
By the autumn gales
Such is our marriage
Our love was once that leafy canopy
Which sheltered and nurtured
But it slowly change in hue
Then it dried up and blew away
On the winds of change
Until our love was no more

After you left
I daydreamed about your smile
And listened to your voice
In the echoes of my mind.
Outside, beyond the loneliness
Of my heart,
The crisp golden rouge
Of autumn tumbled in
Sweeping and floating
In a melancholic haze;
Yet here, alone
With the worn fabric of
My memories
I just existed and fell
Into your smile
That continually looped
Over and over again.

Rain drops sliding down my window
After a cool autumn rain
They fall just like my tear drops
When I'm lying here in pain
I never know what to say
I never try and force it out
But when it’s on my tongue
It comes out as a shout
I can’t expect you to understand
Especially how I feel
I'm calling out for your touch
But our fate you will not seal
I sit here just awaiting
For spring to come back soon
So these autumn raindrops
Will dry up just like dew

Crimson candlelight burnt orange: Ancient ?
Blue notes in purple lines; breaking telefaxed
World news a drop of blood trickling; moist lips..
Hungry for more these factory boys as girls; props
Their silhouettes raising his white washed, cue cards
Black balloon, playing on the radio racing to her editor
New York Times live at five this first edition regurgitated....
Pages ripped from trash bins and, has been; but another day
Here at the office of slip knot ties as mini skirt lies blue made, notes
Be purple lines in suicide bombers breaking news; where we win, you lose.
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.... |*.*\ The Book Of Isaiah Chapter Forty Seven *.* ....

She knew what she was doing...
What she wanted what she needed
Her desire; beautiful, her sensuous breast
Longing to be caressed, as she; to be cradled
Amid her palms of sweet love: Pure her warmth..
Ecstasy, her gentle lips her swirling, tongue; melting.

Like a bitter taste and an acid stinging flavor,
Your sour flow I contemplate and savor.
Over to our spot walking through the night alone,
and hoping you cared enough to come here on your own,
but its uncomfortably empty and the spot is dark where,
thought was the same and love became aware,
reminsing through the chain of memories provided
wading in a story all lost and decided
I'm here to remember you,
here, to remember you.
sensing the difference in time and space and all that's changed,
summer into autumn in every way I feel estranged,
in that misty breeze once filled with intimate connection,
now blows in the truth of failure and rejection,
and the swampy distilled energy conveying our ended communion
the easy winded reads display the movement of my wounded emotion.
Even the stars that shine once relinquished all walls and resistance,
now they shine just to remind me of the mental and physical distance.
Still, I'm here to remember you,
here, to remember you.
to torture myself I prefer to the apathetic numb,
cause the pain of you is still a piece of you,
or I wouldn't I wouldn't have come
Wouldn't have come, couldn't have come here.

The blind man waited,
at the intersection, for someone
to help him cross the busy boulevard...
and he was accustomed to live in twilight,
fumbling for a hand on his right;
and he finally found mine!
Judge humanly...not pettily,
you could be in that situation
and feel abandoned and helpless,
unless somebody extends compassion
and lends that hand in time of need;
only human love can render a good deed!
The orphan girl recognizes a greed so mundane,
her body has grown, so has her world's view;
that person who abandoned her at the orphanage
when icy rain pelted against the foggy windows,
was her own mother that refused to knock on the front door!
She still feels unwanted, unloved and rejected by who,
for some shameful reason, dropped her off and was gone
into the dreary autumn's night to forget her despair!
Judge the pain...not the circumstance
that impels a misguided heart to err;
beneath an appearance of denial,
there's a certain humanity we can't conceive,
and what prompts us to act in unreasonable and strange ways,
is still not quite understood by all;
all we can perceive is the guilt we can't bear,
and the resentful restlessness which shortens this very existence!
The elderly woman, sitting in an old wheel-chair,
waits at the traffic light as the whisking wind
brushes her frizzy and gray hair;
the sunken-cheeked lady is the regular beggar,
whose life has never been mellow,
but full of tragedy and sorrow!
Her frail voice is not insincere, but thankful and kind...
when I hand her a dollar out of my car's window!
Judge fairly... that could be you standing there,
or someone you love; fate can be changed if we dare...
we assert truths without clarity and condemn unjustly!
Let's take the mendicant's place, at the same corner, and beg all day;
wouldn't we be humiliated, be scorned or even be ignored
by the glances of passerby that regard us not as their friend?
The run-away teenager with lots of make-up,
looks like a madam out of a brothel,
who tries to hide her identical age by smiling at strangers...
and her trade is that of an inexperienced gal,
unprotected and exposed to many dangers;
and it might cost her life...that's already a living hell!
Judge not too harshly...when facts aren't known,
and the only assumption rests with our pity;
along the side of the street there are many eyes that weep,
eager to return home, to a home that was so warm and cozy!
And the lucky ones will make until dawn,
others will not open their eyes, but eternally sleep!
THE PLAGUES OF OUR DAY
The blind man with a steel cane stooped and waited
for someone to help him across the busy boulevard;
he felt warm sunlight, and wished his sight back without living in darkness,
then he saw a glimpse of that light when he was touched by my kindness.
The orphan girl wants to escape, but she is afraid to venture in the outside world
still feeling unwanted, unloved and shivering unable to shield herself from the cold.
On many rainy nights, she sits by her barred window recalling her frail mom fleeing
into the Autumn dreary night, and inside she longs for caresses to begin the healing.
Another teenager, hustles in the dangerous streets of night...she barely
can walk on high heels, but she endures pain for gain;
her home was blessed with good parents, but she rebelled and ran away...
she has no choice but sell her body...what will she attain?
Lend a hand to anyone in time of need,
only human love renders a good deed;
How can we help abandoned babies and run-away
and get rid of all the plagues of our day that infest society?

If verse could be fragmented unto reasons; these seasons..
Faith speaks of parables; not always understood ? Twas a time
Screams seemed their Psychedelic Furs; breaking away, yet isn't she
Pretty in pink ? Get on with the joke and say; rather, it's a beautiful day....
Baby's black balloon takes her high; she almost fell amid that hole in their eyes ?
...."In Progress."

Above the lake abele trees are golden
Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
Two muted swans surrounded by reflective color
Snowy white swans face longing for each other
Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
The lake reflects gold and red like miracles
Snowy white swans face longing for each other
Knowing winter is coming with its bother
Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
Two muted swans surrounded by reflective color
Knowing winter is coming with its bother
Above the lake abele trees are golden

The streets are gold and red with leaves
From the autumnal rains
Rain on windows glistens and returns
I wipe the fog from the glass
To see people with broken umbrellas
Walking towards a downtown train
Buses hiss and roar as they stop to pick up passengers
It is a hullabaloo.
Monet paintings reflect my emotions
Eyelids wide shut.
Why?
Can a moth make you insane?
It flutters around the flame.
It has a purpose.
Like the people on the street
We are all destined to end.
Yet we keep on going.
Knowing there is an end.
The droplets slowly make there way down
Inklings of death
The truth is not known
But the end is clear
I watch the leaves swirl
They are already dead
A season pasted
A season too early to have ended.
What is it that makes us tick?
The leaves move in slow motion
Lifting up towards the heavens and then….
Dying….
Compost

....My *itch ?
Now, whether you believe
It or not ? Your ass is mine how ironic
Peter piper this ancient viper: playing it's hand
Spinning numbers in a foreign land ? Iconic super phonic
Hypnotized mesmerized robotic time on a mission from prince pillar
Their cyber space thriller blowing out these candles is everybody, here ?
Rent the tent her species his flee shes kong's balls inside love's stall a donkey.

Can I write you a love poem? a poem that'll be a loved poem,
A poem that when you read it you know you're being loved wrong.
A poem sweet as a winter kiss -
- a summer hug -
- an autumn touch -
A simple bliss, I wonder if love can make your frown often blush.
I will write you a love poem that makes you drip a black sweat,
It'll make your body tingle, arms, fingers, back, and neck.
A poem sweet as a jelly bean -
- a candy's cream -
- a holiday treat -
Written free, a warm love poem smooth called floetry.
I want to finish this love poem....

Not knowing then when we penned the verse called, 'Chimes'....
That it would seem as a prophecy one day unto this loving heart ?
An anniversary His child their; imagine ? What becomes remains; real
Never because he says this or she states that: Faith, plays righteousness
Trust, proclaims life be light ? Visions time's infant solitary atop these shores
Saying welcome to resistance, the fallout and more ? Transient ten thousand
years..
Black magic birthstones a craft; their evil dead ? Ascension His baby antares
awash love's castles.

"Casting down imaginations...." ~ II Cor. Ch. 10 ~
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Oh, how you splinter me....
Looking through your looking glass
Portraits of your present and, images of your past!?
You say you see; you say you know; you say you do
But really, you don't....
You sprinkle your sugar; you sputter your spatter
For all of those as yourself, to whom
It doesn't even matter?!
Wrapped in your paper, and wrapped in your chatter....
These monuments and pyramids, of yourself
Absorbing, "Splatter"
Your purposeless and pointless, pitter patter!?
Your lines they are divine; your words, they are immense
Yet unto me, they do all seem, void, and teetering
Upon the pretense....
Standing in front of you now; staring into your eyes
You tell me that you do, but, I do wonder why?!
Peering through your window; looking through your glass
Your visions for tomorrow; should your yesterdays
They pass....
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....Splattered!?

Love me now
Love me today
Wait not,
for tomorrow
Tomorrow waits,
today waits not!
Let me know, today,
you love me
show me, today,
you will love me, tomorrow
Let today be the beginning,
of tomorrow,
let it be the beginning,
of always and for ever
Let me hear, today,
in the warmth of your breath,
in the rhythm of your heart;
you love me, today,
and will, tomorrow,
beginning today
Let me see, today,
in your quiet countenance,
in the flame of your eyes,
bright as lightening,
on a rainy night,
yet tender,
as a gentle flame;
like a candle in the wind,
with a guardian angel,
watching over it;
holding back the wind
Let me feel, today,
your love, soothing,
as the morning sun
Let me hear, today,
your love,
rolling off your tongue,
flowing from your lips,
to my heart;
in the melody of your voice,
sweet and gentle,
as a breeze on a mountain top,
in a quiet autumn night,
Let it flow, today,
gentle as a quiet river,
running deep and steady
I mind not, if it comes,
a mighty rushing wind,
only not a trade wind,
here today, gone tomorrow
I mind not, if it is hot,
molten lava,
from the volcano top,
only boiling slowly
When it cools,
may it not,
turn into a stumbling block,
not a rolling stone
But a cornerstone,
stable and able,
weathering the elements,
enduring time,
through today,
till tomorrow;
for eternity

on crimson drenched petals
and scarlet folds
dew
like tears, like blood
clings to the delicate flower
withering in the breeze
like tears, like blood
falling, dripping
from eyes wounded at having seen too much
from a mind numbed into a solitary prison as such
like blood, like tears
flowing freely with nothing to hide
except the ache that lies coiled up tight inside
tears and blood
drowning the soul
in a torrential flood
of pain, of torn thoughts, of wasted moments entire
like tears, like blood
drowning, smothering
the will
and quelling all desire
like bloodied tears
trickling down
clipping at the being
with emotion-less shears
consuming the soul with countless fears
of today, and tomorrow, and the passing of the years
as the dew clings to the delicate petals, and intricate folds
of the crimson flower
drenched in scarlet, bloodied tears
knowing not what the future holds...

Reminiscing these glittering lights which shined bright
Once upon a days dawn; heart's and laughter; blue tears
Casting they into prisms their colours to be splashed about, an horizon's
Poetic canvas vast the cloth yet vague it's borders; centre's sweeping
In love's prolific strokes; vibrant's, cardinal red mingled with gray
Made ash dividing lines hues separating what was from this that, is
Bone white askew a brush's handle tracing her skeletal's key unlocking
Time's box aneath something which seemed to be but, another wake amid
Candlelit dreams: their abstract shards these palette's we see ? Crystal's
Dark images silhouetting shadows defining both you as me piercing, life's looking glass.

In the morning I like my laugh when it’s with yours
Starts with a muffled giggle, but when it rains it pours
Your chest inflates and out comes a hearty bellow
This placid stream of crisp mornings mellow
Every pearly white on glorious display
In this happy place I forever want to stay
You on the couch, I’m sat crossed legged on the floor
Talking about what life could possibly have in store
You say ‘we should take it as it will come’
As the morning dew begins to linger with the sun
I turn and catch you giving me a pensive look
Your speechless thoughts could fill any book
Later in the day we go for a walk in the countryside
I don’t think I’d prefer anyone else to share this ride
Half way up the hill, I stop to get a twig out my wellie
You lean in for a kiss, my boots now filled with jelly
You smile yet again and slip a hand in my mitten
I wondered if the wildlife ever get so smitten?
In the now stretched wool you enclose my cold fist
Knit a two for one mitt I add to my mental to do list
We’ve made it to the top of this glorious place
The wind now picking up to a howling pace
I put my arm around you and hug you tight
The autumn leaves have now taken flight
‘We'd have been quicker if you didn’t make my legs go lame’
You laugh, ‘Well I told you we would take it as it came’

It is that of a sweet and inspiring look.
That of an autumn’s beauty that captures your heart.
All full of colors with lines and curves through out.
That you can’t help but to gaze the mountain scenes you see.
For it’s full of wonders delights as heavens nature shines colors.
And a season enlightens.
For the beauty you see falls the leaves of the tree.
But it’s Autumn time that is here as nature brings eyes to hold.
It’s like being all wrapped up in the finest silk.
As we get lost in the pleasantness’ of a morning dew.
It like two seasons in one as love spreads about.
As I can just feel the picture my eyes behold.
And the wonder of the heart and soul.
That of colors grown of a beauty from within.
That it would be nice to touch the curves of the mountain.
And feel that of God’s blessing of love.
As I would run my hands across autumn’s love.
And enjoy that of her love and beauty she portrays.
And fall deep into her valleys and curves at play.
And soar like an eagle as I would glide wild and free.
As it’s a nice temperature day and I’m playing in autumn’s leaves.
It’s there to which beads of water fall as I enjoy that of an autumn lay.
As it is there her delights I experience.
As nature has produced something of such beauty and grace.
I love seeing and feeling the love of two hearts.
As to have you here next to me during this season it is.
I would enjoy autumn much better.
Knowing the delights you hold.
Because rather spring is in, autumn brings in cold winds.
And its days like that I’ll like to be cuddled up by a fire with you.
Or instead of me playing in the leaves alone.
I could play with you instead.
And we both can say, we enjoyed autumn this day.
And the beauty and love of her hills and curves to form.
I like another day to run and feel her curves.
And make everyday an autumn day.
Just because I have autumn’s beauty to love.
As with you, you would be my autumn everyday.
As I have found nothing but delights of beauty to love.

Viewing a commercial this morning being a rarity for myself
Watching television these past years but intrigued perhaps their
Advertisement similar unto feed the children world vision or as such
The bit which made myself smile was the contact phone number given in
1-888-699-3331 ? So sweet especially because I too love precious little kitties
Poochies and actually all her creation these babies: then, we find the aclu barking
Another treatening suit about LA county resurrecting Love's Cross: damaged via quake....
Memories white hoods quite ironic pagans dreams volcanic altars an infant weeping for life.

If I say your name loud enough,
It sounds like the truth.
And still you don't listen.
Still you don't move,
Out of the room that I'm laying,
My secondhand heart on the line.
You turn and your eyes tell me,
You're saying goodbye.
But if I had known,
I would have tried harder.
Until my body was spent.
Anything to stop what happened,
Your pale skin cleaned the pavement.
The night the world ended.
Your family was there,
As I ran through the rain.
Trying to find your arms,
That lay empty again.
Your fingers wave softly,
There are tears in your eyes.
They close and you tell me,
You're saying goodbye.
The funeral ends,
Now midnight draws near.
The autumn leaves descend now,
But I am still here.
I'm paralyzed by my guilt,
In the freezing night air.
I light up a cigarette,
And take out my guitar.
I sit there strumming,
Out your favorite song.
And sufficate on the memories,
Of how you always sang along.
But tonight the voice is only mine.
I leave another red rose,
But I can't say goodbye.
So my darling, my love and my life...
Eternally goodnight.

A thousand eyes,
Looking into ?
As I look out my window, there,
thousands of Autumn Green Eyes, stare.
They dance on the breath of cold, cruel winds,
blowing beneath the caresses of rain drops,
- there, hanging in the grips of cold air –
in the hands of these Autumn days.
They are reaching out, touching the hands
of the Grim Reaper, as he stands.
There, upon the threshold of Winter’s dream,
a new tomorrow, that will Spring
to life in another season.
Reason
I am reminded of you my Dear.
You, whom I will never forget, I fear.
B.J."A" 2
October 17th 2009

I kept turning these precognitive pages....
As one skipping about a reticent rendition; but
They continued coming up blank although knowing
That I was just one drop of ink away; ten thousand terms
Words in her horse drawn clandestine carriage; his poetic helots
Hearse from some semantics recipient read through; `ex post facto.

Gray is gray
Cold is cold
The beginning of winter
The winters hold....
Empty branches
Emptier hands
Living but dying
Without any plans
Breathing; beating....
Seeing
The best that you can?!
Seeing
Being
This barren land....
Gray is gray
Cold is cold
The midst of winter
Your growing old
Drying rivers....
Drier eyes
Another day closer
To the end, of your time!?
Time
Closer....
To the cold, inside
The dead of winter
The death of a life
The death in a world
That is dying; they cry....
Gray is gray
Cold is cold
The end of winter
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........The winters, toll?!

Across the time
Across the miles
He calls to me
My heart turns
Yearning to run through years
That part
Like autumn grass
Peering into the sunrise of yesterdays
Longing for his
face
In my dreams he paces
Eager in the wildwood garden
On the path I cannot find
Searching through moonlit nights
I falter
Always searching
Until dawn turns his face to daily cares
If I close my eyes I see him
Sharp as lions’ teeth
Bronzed face lit with smiles of distant days
Does he see me
Across the stormy seas
My arms open in surrender
Does he squint into the sunrise
When the mighty wind I send him
Fills his sails
Does he
Feel my breezy gaze
From sweaty brow to booted foot
Lift his hair in wild abandon
Steer his ship
westward
Slicing through the fog between us?
In the stormy nights
I hear him calling
Thunder passion
Beating with my heart
He will find the way
Forever
We will meet
Again
in Dreams

ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS
Abbreviated by an early autumn night
the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun,
relented to September, as if dying might
give reason to all things the heat and time has done;
The stalks of corn, if touched, explode into a dust,
and water tables sink down to a new found low,
but love always goes on, as love, it always must,
through drought and flood, and shortages that come and go.
There in the field, an old man points his maple cane
as if a prophesy, and something we should know,
always, always, always, there will be too much rain,
or not enough, and only love can ever grow.
There is a blizzard brewing, it's part of the plan,
up in the wastelands north, with tons and tons of snow;
and on a winters' morn, snow will be deeper than
the fences seperating everything we know;
and how the wind will howl, and everything will freeze,
there's little we can do, but hope for early spring,
always, always, always, we fall down to our knees
in love and prayer that times like this always will bring.
Next spring the rains will always fall, perhaps too much,
for some the devil's arm will reach down from the sky,
and twisting life about, there is no gentle touch,
excepting love, and that is all that gets us by.
Always, always, always, love has to always be,
though borrowed from the wind, though sought in pain,
though snatched out of the grip of some cotastrophe,
if not for love, there'd be no welcome summer rain.

A spirit rejoicing in the amazing craziness of it all....
These babies, whom can't help themselves and know
Not any better except one thing that they share and yes
An infants dreams be beautiful, love ? Asking her if she, knew
Whom it is that I am while we laughed this drama the answer being
It's end and her new beginning but I did not choose that as how could one
Against all their odds while the children dash about here to there Heaven's throne.

When ever I meet you
I think that my life is only for you
There is a home in my heart
Little but enough to love you
There is autumn in my city
So I gathered pale leafs for you
And freshen them by my tears
Might I can blossom them for you
Leaves on road, and withered flowers
But lo in my eyes, there is a heaven for you
Life is colorful, it is the world of colors
But all the colors are faint before you
yesterday I catch a butterfly
And put into a bottle for you
Today it has die, and told me from sky
Beauty is, to see, to amuse ,but not for you

The sight of the first leaf's fall..
And I know it all.
Autumn has come
I know its time to run, play, hop with glee
For Autumn isn’t my enemy.
Some may hate my prankster friend with her mess and coming of cold,
But no, not I! I love her bold and messy ways.
I love when she makes the trees wave.
I love the piles of leaves that liter my hair
making me into a bird's loving home.
She drys the summer’s sweat with her crisp, cool air.
She lets me dress in crimson, brown, and sunshine garbs.
She constantly mocks the long-headed stooge.
Oh, Autumn you bring with you joyful rain
And the promise of new life.
You wake my inner child.
Until we meet again my dear friend.

I see you I smell you I kiss you I want you...
Twist and dip a tango trip ? Seven years I've loved you dear
You swing your hips we bump as grind, then, you always run and hide ?
Don't blow no kiss a kiss you'll miss: come on now, your beauty's not that shy
You rub her thighs then tell her lies; Angel pie, you know your mine; so, what the #uck.

Maple and Cloud
so gently the autumn wind rises then falls
as the mourning kiss of nature calls
so gently it blows on two loving hearts
while poor tired old maple is falling to parts
her leaves get so heavy so they tell her good-bye
when they are gone I see her reach for the sky
each year I see her grow so tall and so strong
but her leaves keep on coming and then they are gone
so how can dear maple still stand so proud
I found the answer when I talked to cloud
forever he moves across an endless blue sky
when he passes poor maple it makes him cry
so why does the cloud cry down on the tree
and the tree keep reaching for the cloud it can see
well maple can’t move and cloud cannot stop
she's stranded on bottom he's stuck on the top
it's really no mystery it's more like a curse
both longing for the life the other finds perverse

In A Love's Sublime”
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Risen from this tomb; once thought destined for its worms which turned
In pools of tears never to subside; grasping these fist clutching
Fatefuls dust in agonies blood spilling from their broken hearts
Ever staring into the shattered glass to live these lies while as
Waiting tomorrows graveyard; left weeping amid their grim sorrows
Atop crimsons beds of pain wherein they bleed; bitter rain dripping
Into the frozen earth a breath crying as it may cross this solemn winter
Of their neverending curse so thus believed; these spinning stars
That fell from the sky yet now, icicles melting from taboos branches
Made bare in dreams thought never again to be awakened by a dawns
Unravelling; vaulted scrolls marking patchwork reasons buried
Within the pyramids that etched their everlasting eyes....
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....“Celestias Autumn Colours *

Guess it’s now my time to ask
If this is another difficult task
Maybe it’s time to know the real reason
As the world changes another season
Winter keeps my heart frozen for a while
Until the spring leaves sprout with a smile
I’m out here playing under the sun
Until the autumn wind steals the fun
As I get to know the reasons
I appreciate more the seasons
Even if I know I’m heading for a difficult day
I must get up and think for the day.

The cicada in autumn claws its love
Sounds against the glass door – I know
Love this way.
These thoughts, upturned tables tossing
Contents, ours, mimic the grind of
Violence sweet sugar, soot, love.
I don’t whose raspy voice
Whose jagged-edged lips
Who raggedy broken tipped
Claws life-splintered these
Remembrances are,
But I’ve heard the same raging rise
Scraping fade on battlefield’s: ghostly New Lisbon,
Morgan’s Raid.
Many hopeful days crank I would
Pedals backward giving gravel
The same great growl.
Now the greatness in the rough voice is between
The notes, the gap, the place where he waits
For an answer, so full of hope
We both could burst.

like a summer,s day and a blue sky
a deep breath and a long sigh
a teardrop in a little cry
that of coarse is
you and i,
your eye,s are like deep autumn sky,s
with a face glowing like
eternity,s sunrise,
your lips do make such beautiful
so beautiful smiles
a touch so tender so caring in which
you never tire in sharing,
you are an angel
a meadow in full bloom
you are the light in every full moon.

The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted
Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding
Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon
Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom
These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times
Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow
Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations
Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe
Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages
Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls
Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets
Encased within the chamber once laced
Unto broken bricks of concretes chained
Like Percivals plight....
Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores
While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved
Until antinomy could devise no more; yet
"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"
Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes
Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void
To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night
This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused
Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed
Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached
With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails
Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs
Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed
Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke
The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef
Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day
When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of
Hopes castaway possibilities....
Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise
But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee
Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed
Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~
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Percival's Promise!?

Everyday time awakens unto the same old scenes....
With our honey as locusts meals and camel hair dreams
Saying yes, Lord, but even the dogs eat at crumbs which fall
Aneath their Master's table: 'O woman, your faith is strong; thus
Be it as you will ? Gathering mustard seeds from atop her mountains
Cast, into this churning sea: chasing his chaff, unto their edge of another
Horizon rising about love's crest piercing sickles to carry away an age gone by.

They kept acting like a bunch of ancient idiots...
Screaming unto their, daemons see we told you so ?
Juicy Lucy, slithering past some fallon marker: checking
Their numbers basically they haven't got a frigging clue just
Spiraling through time a continuum in his or her disarray bleeding.

She's out in the rain, on the verge of despair.
The smoke is twirling in fresh autumn air,
Ten cigarettes stand for three-four minutes each.
She's waiting for him - he is out of reach.
At last he shows up: "Hey, I'm sorry I'm late",
She sighs with relief. What a wonderful date!
He looks like a tramp, and she looks like a whore.
A flawless match. They accept and adore
The real each other with no pretending.
But if they could simply imagine the ending!
Some casual sex, brandy, vodka and weed -
The days of the youth. They are perfect with it.
The twenties will bring unforgettable nights,
Mash notes and roses. She'll be mesmerized
Unless one damned ring is the end of the end -
Routine will ruin their castles of sand.
Today she is only the pride of his pride,
A bit of fluff. Sex? Well, they two never mind.
But they are the victims you can't really blame -
Tomorrow this story will have a new name.
They'll have their freedom eroded by oaths
Of love, so pristine. I'm sick of them both!
It's time to grow up if it's not way too late -
The concept of love stands for fear and fate.
Love is alcohol multiplied by their tears,
The number of both will increase in some years.
Some casual sex, brandy, vodka and weed -
The days of the youth. They are perfect with it.
The twenties will bring unforgettable nights,
Mash notes and roses. She'll be mesmerized
Unless one damned ring is the end of the end
Routine will ruin their castles of sand.
Ten years have passed, she is still in despair.
She lies in their bed, breathing close heavy air.
Ten cigarettes stand for three-four minutes each.
She's waiting for him - he is out of reach.
He shows up drunk in his torn baggy clothes,
She leers at him. What a night for them both!
She looks like an ugly and worn-out whore.
They're no more able to love and adore
The real each other with no pretending.
But they had a way to escape from this ending.

At the end of the summer
The heartbreak begins,
But, until then,
Get down with your sins
This sentence
Is long and blurred,
And the ending’s been cut back
By three simple words
I hate you
Has been omitted again
Or I love you was said
And that was the end

Gazing from afar, amid still frame silence...
Watching her making way unto the parks bench
Blue skies taking a drag from my cigarette; sketching
Divinity's staircase within my mind; transcending this Autumn's
Canvas but a silhouette her bridal's path winding, through a breath..
Reaching out her gentle hand whileas a white dove, the symbol of love
Descends from it's perch atop porcelain clouds to drink, from this her tears
Pangful spheres risen from a crystal heart; cast aside yesteryears cherub wings...
She awaits endless dreams; to awaken from this valley of broken things: Her
beauty.

AFTER THE AUTUMN STORM
The warm rays of the emerging sun
Escape from the clouds like newborn kittens,
Only to be gathered up quickly again
And by their mother clouds hidden;
And the day seems destined to fade
Before it has had a chance to bring
Last sustenance to the longing glade.
She sees me and, with a smile like the morning,
Brushes aside the failing
Of Indian summer’s last effort:
And I know the hope of spring -
Like the bear and the meadow wort,
Sleeping now and in wait -
Instinctively knowing that all is well,
That by and by the clouds will abate,
And that time will tell.

Where has the time gone,
That we shared so long ago?
When we walked side by side,
Down the lovely leafy road.
Those were the good old days,
In that Autumn breeze.
Planning what we’d become,
Beneath the maple trees.
Man, the seasons change,
And so do people’s hearts.
I remember that awful day,
When loneliness embarked.
Since then, I’ve stopped counting,
But my heart knows the exact days.
As it grieves of distant joy,
That will never come its’ way.
Do you ever stop and wonder,
Where our lives could be?
As you live in happiness,
I’m stuck in memories.
You were the abode of my life,
That my heart has ever known.
Since that day you evicted me,
I’ve been looking for my way back home.

Our love is like spring
Full of laughter, color, and happiness
Unlike spring though
Our days last
The time we’ve had seem to go by so fast
What once is our future soon becomes our past
In the winter months, when the birds don’t sing
Our hearts beat a happy tune
Never, could I fully describe the love be share
Love is a feeling
The feeling of a summer breeze that catches your hair
…Pure happiness
Yes, we’ve been through our goods and bads, our love and hates, our happy and sads
But our love always comes out on top of it all
When the autumn leaves begin to fall from the trees above
I know it’s been another year
Beyond the point of falling
Now fully in love

Clogged - up to the eaves
time to roll one's sleeves,
is this the way of zen
raking the leaves again,
observing one's thoughts, but never
tying the two together ?
Asking of mother earth
what was ' I ' before birth
and of the autumn sun
what will ' I ' be when I'm gone ?
When letting go would say
dont grip your life as booty,
colourful hints of red
voicing a dying beauty ;
tossing thoughts with the leaves,
clearing a way for Zen -
what I heave to the wind
the wind may blow back again :
Fancy I hear a voice -
' You are the trees turned yellow,
turn you to brown despair,
'til you are ripe and mellow,
three pounds of flax for a rope -
hang you on threads of hope :
The whole edifice of belief
is built on the ancient brain,
clear it away and let it flow-
and rain, rain, rain ;
Love speaks through nature
with such sad empathy,
and is this less than the swirl
of grouts, in my cup of tea,

To stand with your shadow.
The empty hollow cry.
I loved you for no reason, other than the kindness in your eye.
Where dreams fall behind us.
We danced to the ides of march.
Your ancient wisdom scares me as much as the youngness of your heart.
For people who would rather,
find a safe place to reside.
I choose to walk beside you, with both my hands untied.
Take my open palm.
Place your autumn smile inside.
I'll hold it through the winter, and release it when the spring wind arrives.
but promise me one thing.
you'll never look behind my eyes.
for in their depth you'll find broken, my long lost tulip harp.

I love you, autumn
Welcome to my tropic paradise
The rivers swollen bosom
Bids you drink, and these blue skies
Solacing my mind,
Ask you now to dream, the earth
Beckons you its grassy pillow
For in our dream we never die
And love and life return
Like the eagle in the sky
To mock the sun that cannot burn
And over troubled mountains fly
Holding the gleam of delight
In the glassy eye
By being fed at nature's plight
Many names Demeter
Starve us not again
For want of growing grain or rain
But brim us with your wheat
Let the does come in
And let their milk be white upon our teeth.
For Persephone has come back
Her pomegranate harvest
Making glad the laden bee
Hermes has closed Hades cavern
Bringing us healing and joy
O let children go reap the flowers
The hearth is full of laughing
And deities their bargain keep
Love will sow and labor reaps
Joy will sing
And autumn brings
The bubbling time of thanksgiving

This paradox of flesh and spirit...
One being bright as the other dark
Withering it's flower aneath celestial's sun
Ageless, her renewing amid timeless waters
Metaphoric streams a cocoon, she waits ?
Restless these dreams to escape yes, to fly away.

So spake it benighted and call it sad
For thy dulcet dreams man never had
With dreams ephemeral and longings eternal
What pain doth bring if spring's art vernal?
Longing for the river in love's wishing rove
Dancing light shimmers abreast a kissing clove
Happiness shan't part nor need feign
Prithee thy heart heft; bereft of pain
For the kisses in dew and her heart is thine
The blossoms are beau when our lips entwine

Time heals.
Time kills.
It heals our hearts from the disease called love.
It kills the crazy stuff inside of us called love.
Time wins.
Love is nothing but an autumn leaf.
It is a pain
Which is always in vain.
I hate the verb “to miss”.
Love is not a kind of bliss.
Love is nothing but an autumn leaf.
And this autumn leaf is me.

My heart is now a broken glass
Of showers shattered in the street
Unknown in pieces people pass
Shifting and shoving with their feet
The love I've loved has left and gone
My heart is now a broken glass
The life I've lived is loathed and done
Crippled near cracks, scattered in mass
How far is present from the past?
I can't rewind her love to me
My heart is now a broken glass
If only bees would let me be!
Dis-owned by love like autumn leaves
I knew our romance would not last
What works of vice thy woman weaves
My heart is now a broken glass

I used to live for everything; for the naked trees in the autumn, for the smell of hope in the
spring. Every time that smell came I would breathe deeper.
I would look out of my window at night and see the city lights gleaming up at me, they
screamed,
‘you can have this, you can have all of this’.
My youth was enveloped in faith and ambition. Faith dictated my every move. Faith in the
table that would hold my drink. Faith in the bath that would get me clean. Faith in my heart
that would guide me. Faith in myself to get to the lights.
Myself?
Myself is conquered in question marks and lists.
Now loneliness dictates my every move. It shoves me into dark places and binds me to
things that my mind cannot commit.
I am swarmed by darkness and acres and acres of hope that cannot be tended to or sown.
Every ounce of me has abandoned myself and I cannot retrieve it.
I reminisce over pages and pages of me and there is no middle ground.
I was young and I was free.
I was nineteen and I was lost.
I am nineteen and completely tattered.
I look back on these pages and I see images of flowers with three petals and houses with
four windows and triangle rooftops.
I see people with bright pink skin and everything in 2-D.
Then I look back on these pages and see hearts with your name scrawled across them. I see
paragraphs and books dedicated to you.
I see everything that you ever said to me.
I see all of my faith scribbled in you.
Now when I look out of my window,
the lights glare at me, they scream, ‘YOU LOST HIM, YOU LOST YOU!’
And when the spring comes and I breathe deeper, every cell in my body becomes decimated
by your scent, every organ rots remembering you.
In the autumn when the trees are free and naked and cold,
my bones shake without you to cover them.

Coldly chiming beyond the veil of rain, how hard
It is the shut out the refrain,
Of bells in echoed discord on the mossy wall, from the
Chapel in the graveyard in the fall.
How the village seems to welcome autumn chill, and home
Creeps the darkness from the hill,
As it rolls with fluid stealth into the trees, and whispers
Rattle branches in the breeze.
The resonance of ages sweeps the grass, with breath and kiss
Of times that come and pass,
Where spiders spin their webs that turn to frost, I fear
The transmigration of the lost.
How long will it continue in this vein, the appetites
Of love that must abstain?
And how much will the hungry heart endure, the tainted
Fade of echoes sad allure?

Come walk with me now
through the autumn trees
Hold my hand or not
Hear my voice if you please
Through fallen leafs in the mud
Painted beautifully red and orange
Fall is the season
That sparks thoughts of love
Air smells urgent
Stings our delicate skin
Come share this with me my dear
To you my heart I give
Stray not from my side
However long we live
If we so chose
We'll build a house
High atop the trees
Make this forest our home
sharing our lives and souls
I will hunt for food
You can tend our garden
Societies machine
no longer a present threat
At times we may hunger for our past
life’s we used to own Left far behind
Never shall we be alone
Or want for anything more
Come walk with me my love
to places far away
come stroll along the path I've made
for only you and I
Come be with me my darling
under the autumn sky

Folding this scented page within, an erotics book to mark...
Her beauty, as placing it upon love's shelf; fairytales and fiction
Reality atop silver dreams ? Bells tolling amid her world which seemed
Sheer lace images that possess oneself candied obsessions, about a carousel.

I write this bouncy little tune
With a flouncy ickle fume
My poems are the best
In the world
I rock the planet more than
Mountains and hills
Indeed, I am orf me rock
Except for sulphur dioxide
Volcanoes erupted in Washington
So did a drug culture
I nearly forgot what an excellent poem
Writer that I am
Insane, yes
Real, no
The bells won't stop ringing
In the church
Flow chart, box chart
Insane brain chart
Money, by golly
I'm rich
Lottery money, the dough just rises and rises
Carbon Dioxide
Lovely summer, autumn and winter
Ahhhhh memories of home
Enjoy

Having read that beautiful in stirring quote amid
A Parade newspaper's section dated as Christmas Eve
Nineteen ninety-five: An early bird's morning gift....
Double time she always seems these spirits; dangling atop
Wires running wild taunting while temping perhaps, they have something
Attributing he'd like to say ? Possibly a tad bit more need towards attention ?
Similar that their waning rock star or palms prints in cement shouting, don't you know
Who I am not really although but, if one would venture to take a guess we'd have to say, Artemis.

You know, one can give a warm meal unto another priceless life
A cup of water some band aids for their scars ? As a human being
Actually it is this responsibilty, even, if these lives countless feel inside
Your house without love's heart ? Ever portraying the dysfunctioned sacred part....
Or better perhaps as fitting many shoes; his hollow self-serving incompetent, hypocrit ?
...."In Progress." *

Receiving a text from another number unknown saying
What's up ? The most fitting as quickest, in absolute, reply
That we held was simply, 'Time:' multiple meanings unto lives
Days with worlds ? What did you go out into the wilderness to find ?
Standing afore these rulers nay myself no words shall speak; fiery a child
If be fact they hold ears which hear then, let them also see ? First bind his prince
Ancient but this moment then, We will spoil one's kingdom make straight the crooked
Paths tame their shrewd confuse it's lot climb such walls thus, set her heretics captives free....
Yet whom do you say that I Am ? Held Love's compassion sheep less, A Shepherd: softly, talitha cumi
Lazarus come forth, and speak to these bones ? We beseech thee, Son of God: gently, what is your name ? Legion.

"If in the manner of men, I have fought with beast at Ephesus,
What advantage is it unto me? If the dead do not rise, let us eat
Drink and be merry, for tomorrow we shall die...." ~I Corinthians~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Throughout the vast regions
Outside of Dreamendon
Atop the parched soils of its land
Saturant forces at hand....
The fallen prince abaddon, their leader
From a far and distant sphere
Gathering soldiers of fortune, we ride
Veridicals of truth, our guide....
Veriorums of ancient scrolls
Written millineums ago
Containing the alpha of all wisdom
Upon the cyperus papyus perhaps
In search of this destroyer
The enemy, of all mankind!
Our purpose, our quest
To deliver their souls, back
From within their evil hands
Soldiers of fortune....
Vagabonds we are not
For we know our home, and
We know "Our King"
"The Messiah, 'Jesus Christ!'"
And so we ride....
Amid the shadows, of the valleys
And beyond the darkest, of the night
In pursuit of this empire
To consume it, with forevers "Light"
Not for one, not for some
But for all, for all, all, of "Life"
"....Omnium Gatherum...."
The light, of the omniscience of "Truth!"
Toward the panacea of pandaemonica
Beyond the Pandorae Fretum's
Celestial asylum....
Vicissitudes vicious vault
Of poisonous encroaching realities
The realities, of its pervading
Twistings of thought...."daimonikos"
Apollyons apathecaries
Reapers, far, far beyond....
Unto the palladium passages
Angelically guarded corridores, leading
To the sacrosanctic sapphoric spires
Of sapiencies mightily strong towers
"Towers"...."Rising"...."Majestical"
Amid the paradisiacal paragons of wonder
Dreamendons Beauties~
Surrounding their bejeweled fortress walls
"The Endless City"....
Gates made of single pristine pearls
Streets like glass, paved, in pure
Transparent gold...."Zion"
The Kingdom of The Great "I Am"
"Forever"...."Upon 'His' Throne!"
The beginning of wisdoms, mercies
...............{ Love }................
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
".......Omnium Gatherum......."

Time unfolds
Futures untold
The sweet November wind
Of many untamed passions
Will you not share this sweetness with me?
Swiftly, so gallantly
Lullaby dreams
The walk down the memory
The nearness of your melody
This cryptic sullen meaning
Of vitality is painless
Will you not play another song for me?
Willingly, so desperately
Relentless pain, never leaves
Unchained melancholy
Speak your words so freely
Time, oh wishful star in my dim dark sky
Deep autumn shadows
Please share your strength with me
A heart full of tears
Pierce my soul with yours alone
A wistful, sorrowful good night

Amid a star ferried night
Love's tears came falling
Into your beautiful eyes
Their dreams were calling
Through whispering tides
A heart left drifting
As I stood by your side
The pain was melting...
Her moon cast its glow
Hopeful choirs bringing
Joy to sweep this night
Heavens Angels singing
While I stood by your side
These tears left falling
Unto tides that wash away
Yesterdays pain; yet still
Drifting afore love's moon
Cast her light; dreams...
Calling upon a star ferried
Night, as heart's were melting.

As the tides slowly recede
Remnants left upon the shore
Reflecting beneath the sunlight
That bathes them now, from beyond the once obscure depths
Shimmering and glistening, souvenirs to soon be found and held
By the eager eyes of a child's tender hands
Whom shall rescue them, from their once solitude
No longer their existence without a purpose
For a gleeful heart will bring them home
To be treasured, for countless years to come
And the tales which they shall both then share
Within the smiling whispers amid the night
Innocence of purities never ceasing hearts
Still capable of dreaming, all things beautiful and true
Enchanting's impossible, beyond the imaginaries of hope
Stories from the waters, that washed them across all time
Into the warmth of a perfect child
That breathed the breath of belonging, for them both
Through the many magical wonders, of unsullied sight
Thousands of years upon their journeys, to this destiny they have arrived
Beneath the glories of Heavens always knowing
Their fate, and their final resting place
In the softness of the endlessness, of the majestic splendours be a child
Where through they crossed these dark and murkened currents, to someday arrive
To be loved within restoration, was their longing and belief
All along as they journeyed, through this realm of translucent space
This place between nothing, toward these havens of faith
Delivered from the shadows, into the light of conditions no more
Belonging to their finding, a million stories to be unveiled
To the amazement of a child, whom saw their reason from afar
As with joy they embraced them, and held them close to their heart
Cast upon the shores, glittering treasures beneath this sun
Gathered by the hands, of a perfect one
Beyond the night, it was love, that finally won
The reasons for it all, wrapped eternally, within the purities from above....
********************************************************************
..................................Her Seashell and His Child ~

Flashing unto myself a photo advertising, his bates motel
Peering inside these eyes thinking, no, not the entire kingdom
Of hell shall escape what is coming, their way ? So save your breath....
Tell them Belial, exactly what you do know: perhaps they shall escape a fateful day.

I whispered I love you among the stars
They smiled when they heard your name
The moon didn't shine as bright that night
For she was envious of your fame
I whispered I need you in the cool autumn breeze
For it might carry my need to your heart
I prayed for the wind to bring us together
So we won't feel we're so far apart
I whispered I miss you to the birds taking flight
For one was a snow white dove
He cried when I told him how lonely I was
So I sent him to bring you my love
I whispered your name so the angels could hear
They smiled as a tear found their cheek
They told me our love was one of a kind
On earth, it was truly unique
I whispered goodbye as they lowered you down
It was the last time that I saw your face
But I'll whisper hello when we meet again
In another time and place

Autumn Turkey
crossed snows path the winter blows near
the turkey time is finally here
holiday goods shopping a plenty
people a bussling
cities so hefty
people run to buy last minute goods
for parties, filled with fun and love
no more merry could we be,
on this autumn night you see
crossed the mountains and over the lake
to uncle nates house right on the
drake
turkeys seasoned with love and care
uncle nate's house will never lay bare
for every season there will be,
a gigantic party wait till you see
bustling relatives all up in a bunch
tired and cranky but happilly
filled with lunch

close to sunset and a chill wind starts
but the light that warms my soul comes from her eyes
enticed out of sleeping memory by
this falling shaft of sunlight in my backyard
as i rake some spilled leaves
a lifetimes of summers memories rushing back to greet
with their own legends their own grand tales
spirit flys like a summer bird
with open wonder at the beauties of a world below
in the clouds where nothing but sunlight can touch
these lifetimes of summers daydreams all bid fare thee well
and one by one lay back to dusty memory
closing eyes to dream once more
of thouse days in childhood
and that moment running out the front door
with the whole world to play in and a whole day to do it
that endless freedom and joy that childhood gave
my life with her is like that
its close to sunset
but the light which i endure by
comes from her heart

Listening unto Big Country's lyrics, Don't let them
Come between us and thinking no, knowing as Paul
Through a lifetime of experience that it isn't these as much
As it is our very own flesh; this design ? One's ultimate enemy....
Far from Belial the accuser for truly my life also finds that yes, these things
My Spririt would wish not countless times, that I have done ? To the point wherein
Christ's words resound deep inside amid tears many moments: unable to lift love's eyes
Draped amid regret as shame unworthy an infant seems, to call His Beauty's name ?
Lift a child's heart towards heaven blow eternals kiss; the only thing which matters: yet some in..
Passing's place it's age manipulate exploit this given, power they have been, granted ? Etching, their, reason.

Ice light blue eyes
Colored in like out of line crayons
Deep And Penatrating
Like the stare from your mother at 1:00
When your breath smells like your grandpa's coffee
Lips like candy
Unwrapped
Child like
Tongue licked clean
Hair like oil painted pastels
In The autumn sun
Like the curves of a women
Tucked away in your imagination
Her Smell is a simmered crf flavors
Ingulfing the senses
Enriching the scattered ideas
Deep inside of A brain
I yell out who are you?
But my eyes are still to heavy to open....
Brian Patrick Merrick

Emblazoned in Turkish cordial,
Your father's facade looks illusory and hoary,
Further cooling,
Rigidity,
And all round freezing,
Will abscond the perpetually young look,
Pleat in the minutes,
Decisive the weather of autumn or May,
So much so that hoarfrost accumulates,
In your mouth when you,
Complete your breath,
Forming a word that couldn't denote,
Much to a loving one,
You lug your fathers crest in secondary name,
If you're a man this is spliced down the lineage,
Or in egg sack,
Say you're a woman,
And picking out your mate,
Running her fingers down the spine of your length,
Arid in this winter of heats,
And a tribute to your running theme,
Your ache for truth in the liquid,
Seeping down your thighs,
And the lack thereof a sequence of words,
The binding words,
That can halt the ring finger,
In more ways than one,
A dark glass is not filled
Or empty as the contents,
Do not regale a sense of whim,
Or desire to the be speckled ache,
Of the user,
The end of user license agreement,
Is in full swing,
Once stopped your shallow.

Last week of my summer break
Hanging with my friends like always
Thats when I stumbled acrossed you
And suddenly I felt my heart grew weak
Instantly I fell in love with you, thats no lie
My soul fell for you as soon as I looked into your eyes
For they looked as though the sun was shining
directly into them
He looked at me with more compassion
Then I had ever felt
Talking all summer just me and him
About everything and about nothing
What changed that autumn??
Was it your new friends
Because I saw what you did to your old ones
What made you into this kind of monster???
Although I never told you how I felt
I would still stay up at night and cry about it
Then the final day came when I found out the truth
How drugs were destroying the man I loved
From autumn to winter and from winter to spring
I couldn't believe how different you looked
Your eyes no longer shined like the sun
Your muscles weaker than ever before
I knew you were dying, I told you to stop
But you told me you didn't care
I wanted to leave you
But I knew you needed me now more than ever
Summer comes around, schools are getting out
And off you left, leaving me all alone on this earth
Not even old enough to graduate and yet your gone
I never stopped warning you, but I still feel I'm to blame

I kept telling her that I loved her....
But it was pretty *ucked up you know ?
We quit our day job, and night as a matter of fact
Just to spend time ever winding with her yet, I doubt very seriously
That she even can grasp what true love is really all about; that makes two for, neither have we.

Your Love
Your love is like,
an autumn scene,
a falling leaf,
a running stream,
Your love is the sun,
shining through the shadow
of the trees,
sharing it's warmth,
through a chilly breeze,
Your love captures,
the tiniest tear,
and turns it to laughter,
then takes away your fear,
Your love can master
all forms of woe,
together you will share,
together you will grow,
through sunshine and rain,
and the falling snow.

Trying to bring life back ~
Back, into a deadoned Soul....
D.O.A., I heard the doctor say
Deaf, dumb and blind?!
Their mother cried, their mother replied
From their birth; welcome to this earth....
Said the nurse, as she smiled
What a beautiful child; eyes black as night
Eyes without sight!?
A tiny heart beating, beating
But so very cold....
This tiny child, with a deadoned Soul ~
D.O.A., I heard the doctor say
Stand clear, two thousand years
A prophecy foretold; a prophecy unfolds?!
Trying to bring life, back
Back, back, into a world so cold....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
....I heard the Doctor say, stand clear ~

Everyone has someone or something that they worship...
Arching across her night skies billions of stars; their galaxy
Millenniums and what is earth yet an infant within, this flock ?
...."In Progress." *

The ambient moon hangs graciously over us this evening
As the autumn breezes chill us just enough to stir senses
But, yet we walk together, enjoying the time we have
…..In the moonlight…
The sound of quiet and distant traffic does little to distract
While we traverse the offerings of earth and the moment
As we make way to the destination of our hearts and minds
…..In the moonlight…

1
Beauty holds meaning too many.
There is beauty in all.
Beauty is captured by eyes.
Love is true beauty forever.
Bonding two in glorious bliss,
Love is captured by the heart.
Enriched by the spirit,
Held in sync by touching,
2
Nature’s beauty is in all seen.
Embodiment, collectively,
In all stages of structure
Spring, summer, autumn and winter
Amazing venues of events,
Each with beauty their own,
Empowering the next
Phase of magnetism.
3
What and who knows real true beauty.
Beauty to one is another’s,
Ugliness they cannot stand.
Eyes to eyes make a connection.
Heart to heart a bond forever
Mind to mind develops goal
Beauty of the soul guides
All couples, so serene.

Music drifting through the home, not very loud
Soaring to the sky above a cloud.
Floating and turning so effortlessly
Creating a bond between you and me.
Your eyes dance to its romantic beat
And my heart prances, as if it had feet.
Our bodies draw close, then they touch
Music lights the flame of love so much
The world is full of music, if we will only listen.
The sparkle from a dewdrop glistens.
It brightens our joy. It dances with the light.
It fills our mind with a throbbing delight.
The rustle of leaves is a soft melody
Humming affection, between you and me.
Whenever the brown of the autumn corn
Wafts through the air, a new song is born.
When you are in love, music is everywhere
For it bonds two people, into just one pair.

Always singing for a purpose,
weather..through song, or written verses,
the psalmist in stillness sits on the bench,
and writes just about anything,
what's placed upon the heart at the moment,
serves in love through the words that are spoken,
accepting change and form as days go by,
God molding his heart, and adjusting his eyes.

How can you ever reap my sweetest fruit
When you cut me entirely from the root?
A root sage as the last leaf of autumn
Descending downward to its unknown tomb
With its words of wisdom of which I sing
In vibrant voice but you hear me nothing!

I wake from a dream,
wiping the sweat from my body and a clouded vision from my eyes,
I hear nothing but the cool autumn rain dancing on the empty streets, and the lonely
wind howling at the moon, even more alone in his solitude called Night.
I feel your warm breath on the back of my neck.
The world of silence transforms into a world of song.
I turn to you and steal a kiss from your sleeping lips.
I gaze in amazement and satisfaction at the peaceful serenity that is your ora.
The rain's silent footsteps return and her rythmn beats softly.
The wind begins to hum, His voice, sweet and skilled.
My senses return and the moon beams as if he's touched by the feeling of his first real
encounter of Love,
It is discovered...
A smile tiptoes onto my lips and as I slip into a snuggly hug,
I whisper to you and speak of my love.
Night then kisses my heavy eyelids
and I sleep.

We always meet when it’s hot
My heart begins to pound
I wipe the sweat from my brow
It ‘s only if you were for me
I for you
I autumn winds blow whispers
The holidays grow closer
I become so lonely so year after year
It’s all that was meant to be
For you and for me
I am so sick of crying
Hearing the pain
The nearness and pain of yesterday
It was all supposed to be swept away
Then like a strike of a match
The flame burns dry
The emotions that fuel my laughter and desire
Are kicked all aside
Why did you do it
Why do play with my insides
Hey c’mon girl
You know that you know it
It’s either dollar signs or streets of what you can not pave
You bruised a heart
And it is all too real
I am so sick of crying
Tired to feel
I lick my wounds but they will never heal
You will never shed a tear in that heart at bronzed in black
I’m a charcoal reminder until the next one
You will never look back
I’m so tired…..

The summertime of my soul
Quickly sends chills down my spine
In remembrance of passion
We had that one year
My heart races as I remember it
We held each other tightly
As we never wanted to let go
We wanted this summer to last forever
Everything was just right
The nights were cool and starry
Nothing kept us from being together
It was always peaceful and bright
We walked down the lover's paths
Feeling close to one another
As we strolled through gorgeous nature
Creating an ambiance like no other
We would overlook and faults we had
Keeping true love alive at all times
We had everything in the palm of our hands
Being together allowed for big dreams
We thought this summer would be just the start
The beginning of a lifelong journey
We thought as each day brought us closer
We might just stay together forever
Then the summer came to a close
And autumn brought with it change
We had to go our separate ways
And the distance left us estranged
No matter what we did
To try to keep us together
We could not keep the love we had
Alive like we did that summer
Soon we drifted apart
Separated for many years
All we had left
Was the wonderful summer together
The spectacular wonderful love
So special in many ways
It will live forever
Deep within my soul

I saw her wandering out by the trees
colored hair like the red autumn leaves
a forest of flame
and I called out her name
And the lonely river looked on
We made love by the banks every day
whenever she passed by this way
though she wasn't mine
she would be in time
while the lonely river looked on
She whispers her love for me now
in my ears as the soft willow bows
I left her alone
as I ran way on home
as the lonely river looked on
As I walked up my well trodden track
to see if my love had come back
she was laying right there
skin as red as her hair
and the lonely river looked on
Winds rustled round me with cries
as I saw in my lovers cold eyes
laid open in fear
of what came to her here
and the lonely river looked on
By the banks of the river she'll stay
buried under the willow that sways
while I silently weep
in the silence she keeps
and the lonely river looks on

Vincent…
This is the time of the year
When I see the ravens and the crows
Especially in an open field...
It's when I think of you…
I catch myself remembering…
I have to stop myself and breathe…
I daydream of our starry nights
I think of the ravens and the crows…
I think about your untimely plight
I wonder if you ever felt like me
If you ever felt my presence near you
And I wonder now….wherever you are
If you ever missed me too.
Could you have ever imagined
Could you have possibly known
That I’d still be thinking of you
Missing you...
After more than one long century.
It’s only been a hundred years or so
Since you severed off your ear
Since you shot yourself
Since you killed yourself
Since you shortened all your years.
If I had been there and loved you
Could I have saved you from yourself
Would it have made a difference
Or would everything have turned out the same
Would we both still be feeling lonely
Would you still be thought insane?
I did love you Vincent
I just could never let it show
I didn’t know how to tell you
Back before these 100 years
I just kept hoping
that somehow you would know.
Whenever I am in Chicago
I visit the Art Institute and sigh
As I gaze upon your starry skies
I stand before your paintings in wonder
And look deep within your eyes.
I always have to ponder
If you painted thinking of me
I know that you always knew
That I loved your greens and vibrant blues
I see that you tried to show me
How the stars reflected you in my eyes
I see the colors that you have chosen
Have always revealed your truth.
When I see your painting
Of the ravens and the crows
I know that you remembered
How the sky that day looked too
How it felt to have autumn ending
And winter closing in
How wonderful that day was
How happy we had been.
The last time we were together
Everything seemed so right and true
I had no idea
Your heart had turned so blue.
Your feelings always hidden
You never said a word
How things would tragically end
There never was a clue.
So now I stand here after 100 years
I still miss you Vincent.
I really, really do.
I wonder if you are thinking of me
And if you are happy or if you are blue.
(November 16, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,

For how long should you possess her,
mould her into something she's not?
can't you see she can't be the god almighty
you want to create from her?
she can't live up to it anymore,
playing the perfect part to impress you
feeding your ego!
for how long should she nourish her body to
the extent of your imaginative extended dreams"?
like she was a barbie made of plastic ready to please you!
being the contentment of your "erotic surge,erotic desire"!
for how long should she not bear her children
her own flesh and blood,
just to remain your perfect bimbo?
faithful to your unlimited expectations!
can't you see your selfishness is killing her?
sending her away to the unknown
without any sense of regret in her heart
that may darken her soul!
why can't you love her,without transforming her
in that and that and more?
She's dying like a white autumn flower,
everything radiant and glowing
within her is fading away!
for how long this false portrait?
this fake pretence to please you?
you are destroying her
but she don't have a choice!
you made her a queen,
but you manipulate her like a king,
not leaving her any space to live her dream!
she just wanna RUN AWAY to her gutter,
be sweet cindirella once again!
your jealousy,your power!your eyes like a hawk on her
,following her every step,
chaining her freedom with padlocks without keys,
stealing her soul,like a pirate at rough seas.
you're makin her sail away,leavin the shore,
to find new lands,safer lands!
for how long should she wear masks of smiles
when deep in her heart there's only cries?
once so much in love with you,
now resentment is the only shadow
you can find in the lifeless brown eyes,
fed up of being the girl in high heels,slinky skirts,
perfect portrait-false portrait!
she just wanna be herself once again,
dressed up in her blue jeans,
running on white sands,
feeling its warmth under her silky feet,
feeling the wind breeze caressing her face,
the waves hugging her,
waterdrops fresh on her smooth skin,
whilst she plays with dolphins in vast seas,
corals,shells and smiling trees.
why can't you love her for who she is?
her laugh now fading,her heart now dying,
she sees you approaching her once again,
waiting for demands,there she is again
in-False Portrait--once more........
charma

There is a certain magic
To the first frost of the year
When autumn’s golden halo
Has been kissed by winter’s cheer.
As the sun climbs over the horizon
Your breath’s vapors become unfurled
Like plumes of steam rising from within
Its warmth in the chill revealed.
Every twig, every branch, every blade of grass
Every surface that one can see
Has been adorned as though from high above
As though diamonds are now given for free.
Every surface has delightfully been adorned
With a million gems thrown from the sky
Having been touched with Jack Frost’s icy caress
Winter’s love of autumn cannot be denied.
(November 30, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,

The fears and doubts that cloud my mind
So that day or night, peace I cannot find
Yet when I look into my heart I see
Love for you, true and pure and free.
For deep inside my soul I know
Love is freedom, a gift bestowed
Though my heart is scarred, beaten, sad
Your love broke through the walls I had.
I am stunned, in shock I stare
Up into the moist, autumn air
I was so guarded with walls so high
The pain of my life and so many lies.
The sorrow that filled my worn heart
The ocean of tears I've cried from the start
When I was a child it all began
For all my life seems a cursed plan.
For how does one human suffer so much?
No happiness or gentle touch
When joy eluded me my whole existence
You arrived with your persistence.
You were so young, so free of all the pain
It intrigued me so and pulled me in
I've never known a mind like yours
Where there's no fear, there are no sores.
I long to have a mind that's clear
And a young heart that knows no fear
How can I wipe my slate to new?
Is that what it takes to be with you?
The rain outside, it falls and falls
In my mind, my heart, your love calls
Calls to me and wants me to remember
Love is beautiful, joyful and tender.
My hopes leap so high and so bright
But the fool in me is filled with fright
I pray to God and my angels above
Please lift this curse so I can love.

I love the seasons
spring, summer, autumn winter or fall
I love the seasons for the Lord God made them all
I love the snow so fluffy and white
and the summer sun so warm and bright
I love the new flowers in spring
the pretty colors and the sweet fragrance that they bring
I love the autumn when the leaves start to fall
I love the seasons for the Lord God made them all.
All things bright and beautiful.

Slipping from her beauty's black lace negligee...
Voluptuous her velvet breast, crowned in raptures
Silkened hues a melody as she, removing her stockings
Six inch heels an hourglass and light; placed upon my heart
Her love these waves of red their sanguine kiss; perfumed petals.

Leaning against a story books light post
Upon their corner of, 44th and Broadway ?
Taking one last drag while gazing at the billboard ahead....
Quiet became this frame ? Ushering, his muted techni-colour crowds
Cast amid a breeze as swirling about; chasing trails be it smoke
Emitted these embers; italic in jet blue to hail times cab ? Marquee's melting
Aneath neon's dust and what was ? Blurred, her rear views mirror calling, all Angels.

O! THE NAME SEASON!
OSCILLATING MY HEART!
GLARING MY EYES!
TINY BUDS PEEPED SLIGHTLY WITH THEIR ODOUR IN THE SPRING SEASON.
TREES SCATTERED TEARS OF LEAVES IN THE AUTUMN SEASON.
BIRDS CAROLLED THEIR GLITTERING GAZALS THEREIN MOONY SEASON.
THE DEWS FLING THEIR KISSES ON THE GRASS IN THE WINTER SEASON.
PEARLY EGGS SPLITED CALMLY THEIR NESTS IN THE SUMMER SEASON.
MOTHS HAVE WREATHED SINGING THEIR OPERAS IN THE BRIDAL SEASON.
CRICKETS WELCOMED WITH THEIR RINGING BELLS AFTER IN THE RAINY
SEASON.
YOUR PLATONIC BLOOD PAINTED MY HEART, BRINGS THE SEASON OF
LOVE!!!

A soft and gentle spring breeze kisses my face,
Like the warm caress of your hand on the swell of my back.
The warm sunshine brushes my cheeks with blush,
Like your sweet breathe on my neck.
The cool drizzle of rain refreshes my skin,
Like your supple lips touching mine.
The colorful autumn leaves wave as I pass by,
Like your fluttering heart when I lay on your chest.
The brisk winter snow flakes lightly settle on me,
Like your tender loving body next to mine.
Every season arouses my senses for a taste of you,
Like a long awaited shower on a dry desert floor.

THE SMOKESTACKS OF AUSCHWITZ
A trail of smoke fades to an autumn dawn
as sounds of morning break unearthly still
arising to the day, some life goes on
while others have the fear it never will.
Some ashes drift about the morning air
appearing as do snowflakes in a stall,
to restless breezes they drift everywhere
and they are spread about before they fall.
Each life that was is slow in pure descent
and longing for the earth that pounds below
the mother of all life, where time is spent,
until time's all run out--it's time to go.
Down in the valley echoes from a train
awhistling here come the dead again.
ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown PoeT
This Friday, 20 April, is observed as Holocaust Rememberence Day.

Faeries and butterflies
On an Autumn day
Sweet lilting song
The Whispering Trees sigh
A boy for Autumn
Leaves of gold and red all around
A sky, so blue
A child born...
A King found
A blessing from Heartstone
Across the sea, so blue
Shadowfire too
In the Great Hall
A boy, so perfect
So true
A Faeries' blessing for all
A Spring Queen...
So serene
Within her arms,
she did bring
An Autumn boy
A King..
Offerings for the new boy...
A flower from the Spring Queen
A golden feather from the King of Air
Water from the Stream of Sighs
A leaf from the Whispering Trees
Faerie Dust
A book from the Kings' Library
Faeries and butterflies
On a crisp Autumn day
The Heartstone glowed,
for beauty showed

I heard love was like a game of basket ball you win some and you lose some.
Or like both heart beats coming together to create one drum.
I heard love was like floating on cloud 55 because it’s too exclusive.
Or like gazing into your partners soul because love is never intrusive.
I heard love was like a hot summers day with a nice cooling breeze.
Or like buying your fist home because the accomplishment only aims to please.
I heard love was like winning the lottery all by your self.
Or the winds in a blizzard but strong like a still standing shelf.
I heard love was like a watch because it has all the time in the world.
Or exciting like autumn when the leaves twirled and swirled.
I heard love was like getting your dream car and it being everything you hoped it would.
Or the amazing feeling you get from knowing you gave something all that you could.
I heard love was like your 21st birthday party because the memories last forever.
Or like getting on the right road to your goals and future endeavor.
I heard love was like a refreshing glass of water after a walk in the desert.
Or like the adrenalin rush quiet people get when they start to assert.
I heard love was like an all day shopping spree in your favorite stores.
Or like being stuck together and loving it like the ingredients in smores.
I heard love was like a marathon of your favorite TV show.
Or like beautiful flowers when they start to blossom and grow.
I heard love was like riding a bike for the first time.
Or like being speechless with only body language like a mime.
I heard love was like going on a road trip with your friends.
Or like being a famous fashion designer and everybody wearing your trends.
I heard love was like soft smooth poetry that speaks to your soul.
Or like being incomplete and suddenly becoming whole.
I heard love was like a million things with endless meanings.
Because people put love through all different types of screenings.
By NIQUEL D. MCRAE AKA KELLZ

imagine autumn like you have never known it to be,
imagine spring time much warmer than me.
imagine summer full of butterflies and kisses,
imagine winter covered with joy and wishes.
imagine life all together without bitterness and pain,
imagine a walk in the park beneath the pouring rain.
imagine all of this and how happy we would be,
imagine for always our love then imagine me.
imagine laughter multiplied by cheers,
imagine a world where we did not have to shed tears.
imagine all of this even when i die,
for i imagine you endlessly and this is no lie.

• Autumn's Rain
when I feel the Autumn rain
watching as it hits the ground
I sit back and think
of the new love I've found
feeling the cool winds power
as it blows thru the trees
I inhale deeply as the energy there
flows all throughout me
I think of your eyes like fairy dust
glittering green in the sun
such soft kisses with the sweetest breath
a breath I breathe in
and try to get enough
of you inside of me and me in you
a lover's holy union, so beautiful, so true
interfacing spirits that can't be ignored
weaving imaginary webs around our bond
a delicate blend of love and beyond
our imaginations we travel to a higher realm
of consciousness and awareness of spirituality
awaiting the deepest of love
to be unveiled
I love all that you are all that is you
my love, mi amour

Parallel went the universe someplace along the line
When autumn French-kissed winter with tongues of leaf and ice;
The lamp-posts dripped drab amber with a dark and dreary shine,
A devil's brew of garnished sleet, elemental egg-fried rice.
Night caved long and colder as day fell short, sedate,
And I felt somewhat older, in my heart a dying spark;
Crying out for love rekindling to alleviate the fate
Of departing in pitch-blackness and returning in the dark.
Tedious treadmill grinding as the Christmas pines were sawn,
Down in the valley decorations sagged and popped and spat;
Sizzling bulbs of neon death, ramshackle and forlorn,
Greeting cards from no one close had piled up on the mat.
My eyes blurred red and jaundiced in a fiery bourbon haze,
Well-past midnight I still sit and hungrily imbibe;
Toasting all the ghosts I knew throughout my dog-tired days,
On glitzy wrapping clawed the wishes I wished to inscribe.
Never has the relevance of nothing meant so much,
The face of unrequited love recedes in mist and snow;
The angels on the Christmas tree bestow no healing touch,
Pull up the covers, settle down, there's nowhere left to go…

The scent of THE Autumn Breeze
has me begging on my knees
with THE RADIANT glow of the sun
I always knew you were the one
I see our hearts beating as one
WILL you come to me,
and make me free
HOW beautiful, and the
night belongs to you and I
I will never deny the love I have for you
only you can make me feel brand new
embracing the crisp morning air, we began
sharing our love until the midnight, turns into day
I don't ever want this love to fade away
sending chills down my spine,
what a Beautiful moment in time

I.
Conversation comes in polite manners
And natural tones.
We talk;
You of your early mornings
While I of scattering
Thoughts that border on nonsense
Debating with myself on a mind divided.
I babble, distraught;
Should I or should I not
Complement such aspect reserved
For poets' words and artists' eyes?
What with autumn and its golden flares
Burning your crown like a halo then and there.
Thus in laughter-filled sentences
This dilemma is masked in unintelligible disguise;
Little by little instead the moment
Is impressed on my mind,
Wishing it would never end.
On and on,
To never end this talk
—I wish.
II.
Inexplicable
How the sweetest voice can be
A knife thrust in my chest
So beautiful
Yet it is murder, this subsequent longing.
What Dushenne has given a name to,
Yours has dissolved the defiance from all
My peers and I;
A smile that begins from the tones
Of earth in your eyes
As you speak of funny anecdotes,
Sharing shortcomings with wild abandon
As if there I was standing
Your confidant, your closest friend.
Albeit in hindsight lies the irony:
Whilst I talk with affection
Of comradeship you spoke.
III.
Talking in circles, round and round;
Lost in the boredom of redundancy,
You depart.
Having dispensed of farewell's pleasantries,
On opposite direction you walk;
As free as the wind that takes you away,
Bound only by being blessed
To be amongst all of Heaven's creation
The fairest.
While I, on opposite direction, walk;
Punished
With tacit solicitude and its rubbish fantasies.
Turn on the radio, plug in the phones;
Searching the radio for liberation,
I find only more poison
Among the melancholic remedies it offers.
Fevered I am with the sickness
Of wishing
For what can never be.
IV.
On opposite directions we walk;
You depart
Naught of burden of memory nor nostalgia,
While I,
On your first parting step,
Died;
V.
You have taken with you my heart.

Can you smell it?
Oh Northern hemisphere,
Let down your hair my
fair lady,Spring is in
the air down here.
Your Winter is our Summer
Your Autumn is our Spring.
Seasons are celebrated more
so in the Eastern nations
it seems.
Time for the birds, bees and
flower garlands.
Time for Spring-cleaning and
color streaming.
Time for mates,dates and
great races with laces.
A deep forest tree romance.
Time for the Lover's chase
through fields of long grass.
Time to let old sorrows
pass and friends to do a dance.
Spring brings amazing things.
Best of all it brings a scent
in the air full of promise
of new things.
Spring...
it's a time to let go for new
beginnings.

Beneath the cherry blossom, I believe,
I fell in love with you ere summer’s sun
A love so new my heart was all to-do
A dream I thought I would never achieve.
This mystery that only fate could weave
To ease the ache of want that left me dun
Untouched was I as love my mind did shun
So pain would fade just like the autumn leave.
There was no plan to tap a ceaseless dream
Or reach the joyous heights as movies end
A sushi smile that made my iced-heart bend
In ways my thoughts forgot so it would seem
I was so tainted like pots of soured cream
And I’d closed my heart to love’s concealed wend
An island lost so I could not defend
The grasp of love that made my senses scream.
And now I feel your arms sweetly surround
My soul within the tenderest embrace
And feel my pulse when e’er eyes see your face
While in your kiss my words are lost, dumbfound
As I fall gently to the waiting ground
To swirling joys of love your fingers trace
No time to think of elegance or grace
When lost in love I sigh I’m truly found.

We shall go away from all our troubles.
We shall walk along very beautiful places.
We will not have hard problems or hurt.
We shall go to find our happiness.
Nature will smile to us - how to welcome visitors.
We shall meet Autumn in her wood tower.
She will help us to take off a cargo of doubts ,
She will give us beads carved from rowan for our good luck.
Then we shall go to the white house of Winter,
There the mistress already has baked a pie.
We shall learn to her wisdom
and shall ask her give us the future for a life.
The snow will turn and turn behind the window,
We shall run out on street with you,
We shall make a Snow man and a little Snow house,
We shall say goodbye to Winter and shall continue our way.
We shall arrive to Cheerful Spring.
She will protect us from griefs and troubles,
She will give us to drink of spring water
And wreaths from snowdrops, narcissuses, violets.
Spring will open to us a door into summer and will order: " Forward! "
She will show a correct path, and we shall walk along it.
Suddenly we shall see our house of 12 floors in St.Petersburg.
We shall return to our apartment, and the cat, Peach, will meet us joyfully.
Fine flowers on our balcony will smile, having seen us.
Phone will ring - we shall hear a voice of our good friend.
And we shall understand the main thing:
Our happiness is in our native home.

it seems as if a new day has come
the rising sun has filled my heart with hope
the cool autumn breeze has awakened the inner me
and now i can see the inner you and
how true love can really be
like the waves of the ocean or the sea
rising and falling
crashing and calming
so gentle at times it feels like the essence of peace
but like a flash of lightening it can change
and here comes the rain beating down on you
and beating down on your brain
which is exploding from the pain
causing disdain
while the smile that once lit up the world
slowly vanishes
like the setting of the sun
it is no more
then the dew forms on the new grass
and the birds sweet song in the breeze is
resounding in my ears
filling me with a sensation that i have never felt
and as the butterfly passes by
it's fluttering wings
makes me wonder and in an instant
i am astounded by the radiance of the rising sun
the power and beauty warming me
warming my soul
as the crisp orange, burnt red, brown, and green leaves
fall from the trees
i can see that a new day has come

When Autumn Begins
20 hundred hours…is that nautical enough for you? Evening sky was marvelous,
I should have been a painter my anemic words cannot justify the awe the world
still can offer us who are not blind. Blaring horns, the road back home is narrow
and impatient drivers wanted to pass I pulled over and a driver shouted: “fools
like you should be banished from driving. “ Guess he was right. It was darkening
quickly big juicy drops hit asphalt drummed on the roof and hollered: “save us
take us home we don’t want fall on a useless road, we’ll water your rose bushes,
the thorny ones that cut your arms when you try to prune them, we can promise
a dew fresh rose for you lapel.” Right! Like I should be a city gent, I haven’t got
a suit, so there. Afar a fog horned blared melancholically, once I was a seafarer
but the roses I met in harbour bars, had only vulgar beauty to offer. At home rain
fell on old tiles, I made a whisky mixed with rose dew and thought of lost love.

As I lay back in the tall grass
An uncontrollable emotion tears deeply into my heart;
I attempt to understand, "Why?"
Why has God taken one so precious?
Just then, a soft pile of radiant autumn leaves
Forms a plush pillow, and my senses sharpen.
The warm sunshine and a soft gentle breeze
Lovingly touch all that we call life.
Birds in their melodious splendor,
Fly close , and deliver special messages.
Colorful flowers wave gallantly in the wind,
Each having a unique life of its own.
The sound of crystal clear waters
Carrying crisp and vibrant fallen leaves,
To a distant and Heavenly destination,
Bring fond memories of those we will love forever.
Suddenly, in the midst of floating clouds far above,
Images of those held so dear touch my heart.
And they appear in fond memories-both comforting and touching.
Only now can I begin to understand, "Why?"
All of these precious souls who we feel we have lost
Are lovingly watching over us from Heaven above,
Helping God create a Heaven on earth,
Enhancing and spreading beauty with everlasting love in their hearts.

The long summer passed
Dreamy days
The beginning of a full Moon
A boy for Autumn..
Soon..
The Spring Queen and the King of Air
Gazed out to a sky deep with night
A touch of hand
The stars bright
A full Moon
A baby, coming soon
A Castle had lost a King
A boy, to be born soon
In Autumn
Under a full moon
The Autumn Queen came,
in a swirl of leaves
Gold and red
The impending birth
The Earthen King passed on
Who will take his name?
The leaves changed colour
The moon rose
Silver light
Shone a castle, so bright
The cry of a baby boy
On an Autumn night
A full Moon
Shone bright
All of Heartstone
Joy and delight
A tired Queen looked on
A boy, so perfect and true
Her face shone
The faeries glowed
A new King for Heartstone
Under the full Moon too

Can we be
Can we be the rocks in the pool
At the start of the day when the sun is cool
Can we be the babbling stream
That bathes the land and reflects the sunbeam
Can we be the leaves in the trees
The autumn wind that brings the breeze
Can we be the waves on the shore
That cleans the beaches with a mighty roar
Can we be that beautiful view
The picture that reminds me of you
Can we be the voice of the bird
That sings so sweetly but utters not a word
Can we be the notes in a song
That touches the heart and make us belong
Can we be at the end of the day
When people rest and animals play
Can we be the twinkle in the star
That shines so brightly from afar
Can we be the sea and the sky
Can we be together you and I

The leaves turn brown as autumn comes in
As does our friendship which now comes near an end
There was time well spent as we frolicked in the sun
But now all the ties must come undone
It is believed we are here for only a season
To stay past that there must be a reason
But if you can not fulfill your obligation
I bid you farewell as I take on the nation
Our hearts turn cold as winter befalls us
Not white like snow but bleak like the trees around us
Our feelings are buried and there’s no room for growth
This ‘ship that we have death has a hold
Winter has come and I search for new warmth
While you hold on to your cool in search of my warmth
I’ve locked the door and I’ve stoked the fire
You bring me warmth with a heart of ice, you are a liar
The cabin is set and the healing has come
A knock at the door and spring has begun
Her radiant smile and that vibrant energy
The bird and the bees work in beautiful synergy
The April showers bring in May flowers
And the walls built up over winter come down like the towers
To bring in a new and revitalizing feeling
And appreciate what life has done to bring in some healing
Then summer sets in and the passion turns hot
A nice cold shower to bring it to not
The sand in our toes, the sun on our backs
Step on a crack and break your mother’s back
The games kids play, we’re having our fun
The world all around us, enjoying what is beneath the sun
Cold still tries to creep in through the heat of the day
But through all the four seasons, I want you to stay
So it is known people are only around for a season
And as said before to stick around longer there must be a reason
If I dismissed you please don’t come back
And if you dismissed yourself there is no helping that.

The cricket will chirp.
The cow will moo.
You hear a whisper,
Then you hear, "I love you,too."
Such a tranquil place.
The cool, green grass
And the temperature autumn sky.
But why I am here you may ask.
Well, it's such a lovely night to be outside.
If you listen closely the wind will chime.
Besides, name one place better to say,
"I love you" for the very first time?

I often saw a shamrock
in the green beneath her eye
although she wasn't lucky
when my whiskey made her cry.
She chased me through the springtime
and I held her love so bold
we drank the autumn colors
so the bards have all been told.
The Beltane fires would cast her
shadow up to kiss the sky
with the oak and holly's laughter
where the God's and love won't die.

This morning I woke up singing
In my bed
With church bells ringing
In my head
For soon I will be wed
To the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen
Often I call her my autumn ever green queen
She could careless if I am a king or a peasant
She got me cheesing as a kid at Christmas time
Opening present after present
From the moment our eyes meet
To the present
As been heavenly pleasant
She loves no one more then me
Except GOD
And trying to compete with God is hard
So I’m not even gon attempt to try
I’m not even gon attempt to lie
I love this girl
More then I love this world
I didn’t have to wait
For I know I had found my mate
On our first date
I arrived a little late
So we could ride in a horse drawn carriage
That same night she accepted my hand in marriage
Now we ride canoes
Through matrimonial taboos
Wear matching tattoos
Inked by hugs and kisses
She no longer goes by Ms. but Mrs.
God is a mighty god
She’s my constant reminder
Since she lives folded neatly in my psychosomatic binder
I’ll have to let you know the rest
As soon as I find her

I get a smell of the autumn air
It's too soon but it's welcome
I feel a fall breeze
It covers me with warmth
it surrounds me
My stomach is turned to knots
my mind and body uneasy
But this is comforting
The fall smells so good, so clean
it's one of my favorite smells in the world
The air tells tales of Halloween and Thanksgiving
Things to come
Pleasant and sweet
But the air brings with it
memories of times pased
Good times and bad
All I can feel is happiness for the future
and sorrow for the past
Things, people, places
all unfinished business and "what if's"
So many lifetimes
all in one
My heart aches for the ones I've lost
I will never forget them
They will always be with me
No matter what time or place
I will never forget the ones I've shared time with
in the autumn air

Flood Tides .
RIVERS of LOVE
Along many a bank, rivers of love did flow
grasping pieces of broken, decaying branches, twigs, leaves and know,
carried down stream - within them - are the memories that show,
once there were dreams of love that lived within, never to grow.
Dreams, Autumn has been guiding towards the arms of old man Winter.
A journey Dreams, Mankind, Mother Nature, takes and must,
in the end, let go of, let metamorphose into specks of Dust.
An energy to take wing and soar into becoming The Light.
Dream, desire, obsession, rivers of love, all will take flight,
climb towards the heavens, past romantic stars and out of sight
B.J."A" 2
August 31st 2009

Life and love! Twins separated at birth,
to be reunited in the holiest of moments!
Mothers and fathers, and sons and daughters to each other!
like autumn leaves, each individual manifestation must wither in time
but, oh, the springs are endless! The leaves return!

Solitary footsteps
crushing autumn leaves
against the forest floor
resemble night sounds,
tossing and turning,
rustling linens upon which
risks of confessions are weighed.
Dare those truths be spoken?
Would silence provide
more peaceful slumber
than admitting thoughts
of selfish needs,
specifics required
to quench desire,
and declarations of intent
laced with uncertainty?
Does your heart crave
continued stillness?
Will you be startled
when the offer is made,
the love professed?
Will you flee - like doe facing fox,
or surrender having longed
for words waiting stalled
upon these trembling lips
dry with fear of rejection?
Even odds my words,
placed face-up on the table
will win your hand or be raked aside
with autumn’s spent grandeur
to die rotting on cold ground.
Dare I gamble
on a fifty-fifty chance?

When the colors of gold and russet are here
Listen for my voice for I'll be near
When the warm days of summer are just a memory
I'll come to you and never again apart will we be
As the spring awakens all living things
The soft gentle state of slumber is what Autumn brings
A slumber that will take you back to days of long ago
To another time and place you long to go
Where we will walk in the moon's light
Counting the stars as they twinkle in the night
And when the colors have faded away
I'll still be here forever to stay
No more will I be just a memory
For I know now I belong forever with thee.

I guess I thought they'd never end--
Our days of green and blue,
When every crystal dawning
Was something fresh and new.
We loved and laughed the time away,
Two kindred spirits, we.
I guess I never thought, back then,
That summer's end could be.
But no season lasts forever;
The autumn leaves must fall.
And kindred spirits say goodbye,
When evening shadows fall.
And now, as I experience
These days of brown and gray,
My lonely spirit's longing for
The one who flew away.

I know the thud of crackfoot steps
will creep upon the naked neck
and someone's voice will whisper near
a breath to tease upon the nape.
I know the sun may fail to rise
and fading vision drain my eyes,
where often gleaned a falling tear
as life implodes with no escape.
I know that you cannot reflect
my love, for it stays circumspect,
and this has slain my hopeful dream
as surely as a sniper's bead.
I know that hope descends like rain,
evaporates in steam again,
with open mouth and silent scream
the last of Summer must recede.
I know of loss and widow's weeds
as Autumn into Winter bleeds,
and nights draw ever close and short
and fill my thoughts with stone.
I know of all I ever craved
was good, but gone with little saved,
deposits nothing to report
on love that loves alone...

If you had a second choice,
time to view and change and error,
would you call with bated voice,
to a bonny lass so fairer?
Would you pull the clockwork back,
stop the Autumn leaves from falling,
seize the reapers hood so slack,
pull him from his date of calling?
Would you pull from starry sky,
set the planets off asunder,
make the heavens answer why,
there's no answer when you wonder?
Would you listen if you knew,
would you set this lonely error,
on a shelf that's painted blue,
like her bonny eyes so fairer?

Autumn
Rich in colour
Just like leaves
Hearts, fall
Upon golden
There lay my heart
As fragile as an Autumn leaf
I held it in my hand
Kissed it gently
Held it close
Never apart
I thought of you
Everyday
Like Autumn
And its colour play
Upon golden
My heart did belong
With you
In Autumn colours
That showed
Rich and true

I bottle up my sacrifice,
As pain for now becomes my vice,
Pensive songs scream depth in vein,
My weakness now a wholesome strain,
Enduring sheets of iced betrayal,
Our world becomes a grave lain stale,
If worlds collide repair my past,
Let autumn rise and time outlast,
Count eighteen months back to grey hearts,
Unlick the stamps, unwrite these charts,
Of days until you come back home,
Moments when we felt alone,
Nights in tears and distance aching,
Dreams of you and always waking,
To find that you are really gone,
Just want to say "I miss you Shawn",
& though life's spinning something's wrong,
No longer breathing our sweet song,
Weekends always feel so bland,
Crowded now by tough command,
Our springs run dry and clouds fall blue,
The taste of love now sits to brew,
But when you are returned to me,
Lifetime is my one decree,
One blessing I asked Him to grant,
Forever and always I'll continue to chant,
Kisses sweep my cheeks in shadow,
Seranading wishes will rightfully hallow...
Felicia S. Hughes

I looked for you
At the end of the rainbow
Where beauty lies.
I looked for you
In green fields where wild
Flowers bloom.
I looked for your face
On the clear waters
In a passing stream.
I thought I saw you
Silhouetted high upon a hill top
Catching wind-swept, autumn leaves.
C. Alvez

Summer is a joyous, happy time,
A time when vacations and picnics shine,
A time for romance and long, moon-lit drives,
A time for allergies and breaking out in hives.
Green leaves come out on all of the trees,
Flowers are blooming and gardens are green,
This is the time when ants and bees thrive,
Other insects too, start coming alive.
Birds are singing, bears quit hibernating,
Salmon swim upstream to begin their procreating,
Here they lay their eggs to continue Gods creation
There they will die-thus ends their obligation.
Summer is a beautiful time of the year,
It is enjoyed by birds and bees and deer,
I love the blue sky, the fluffy, white clouds floating by,
Then when Autumn comes, I'll sigh and I'll cry.
"GOOD-BYE!"
,

Sweet aromatic scents escaping the entrance to the kitchen
As the warmth of the fireplace seeks out us all
The sounds of games and cheers coming from the TV room
With just an attitude of love and kindness spread throughout
It is a loving time of year as autumn brings with it seasonal joy
Families and friends come across miles to share food, give thanks
We embrace the season with smiles and prayers for a happy year end
As we look forward to winter and the holidays of love it too brings

The autumn leaves fell from amber skies
And the wind it blew from a mystical place.
But when I spit to the ground; the wind blew it around;
And now it hangs here in my face.
We walked through the garden of roses and daisies;
Reeling in the luster of loves after glow;
When she stooped down to smell; not everything went well;
The daisy smelled like dung but perhaps you know.
In a rainstorm together we walked; singing love songs to each other;
One day I confessed my love; she said I feel the same as you
But a car came along; now my baby’s gone;
And I wound up with the flue
We did everything right; she was my lover with exquisite green eyes;
The way I cared for her made me wonder if I ever knew love before
And now what ever I do; I can’t forget her eyes
And THAT’S poetic justice; and there seems to be nothing more.

I wish I could be eclipse for you, my moon
I wish I could be devil for you, oh God’s boon
I wish I could be a nightmare for you, my dream
I wish I could be a wave for you, my smooth running stream
I wish I could be noise for you my life’s melody
I wish I could be autumn for you my green tree
I wish I could be heart attack for you my heart
I wish I could be a rough path with nails for you my life’s cart
I wish could be hailstorms for you my flowers
I wish I could be earthquake for you my life’s tower
I wish I could be a hurricane for you my spring
I’ve already been so bad; I wish I could be all the bad things in the world

When I knew it all
I learned how to lose
A smile shines through the sickly pallor
Of knowing whats to come
Lucid as life can be
And here behind the concrete
A smoke away from steady
And a million miles from home
I remember a better man
Who lived better days
And can only wonder whats changed
In my short time
These tired eyes
Have seen enough from the end of a gun
But with the grace of an autumn leaf
Giving in to the breeze
I'll accept when it my time to go
But I pray and hope and wish for a dream
From the sleep that used to come easy
And if this gentle rain could wash away
The time that seems to drag
Then I could be back
With a steady hand
And be the man that she deserves
Back to the dirty handle
On a broken door
To a house I would rather see burn
But here I am, and there she is

My heart can recall
Reflections…of
Your beautiful brown eyes,
That has conjured such very special visions
Delightedly my memory blushes,
Colored as red hot
As autumn leaves dangling in midair,
This tree holds its roots.
As the gleaming autumn truths bow down
To the streaming golden sounds,
Found deliciously within your laughter.
We cuddled in the warmth of love
During the wint’ry season to
Wait patiently and lovingly,
To bask in the fresh morning dew
Of spring
While smiles of anticipation flow
oh so tenderly,
We caressed the moonlight
As we bathed in the summery ocean
of the starlit sky
These are some of my recollections
Of the things I see my love
When I look into your beautiful brown eyes.

The green of Summer dims her lust
The trees shed tears of Red and Gold
I close my eyes and try to forget us
But longing memories must unfold
The way I held her
The way we kissed
Her eyes of love
Her ruby lips
To hear her laughter
To hear her cry
The pain of sorrow
That ends in goodbye
I close my eyes, the nights grow longer
I feel the pain, the days grow cold
I search for answer to ponder
Amist a sea of Red and Gold
Those carefree days of Summer flee
With love's memory I befall
As Autumn beckons to surround me
Winter's nearing, her presence calls
A Springtime fancy
A Summer's love
An Autumn's lost
A Winter's rest
All for my heart to endear
Into this chorus of Autumn I fall
As Fall's breezes sing of a love so dear
In Autumn's Song her love I recall

spreading itself over the land
as a miniscule sort of nano-sheet of ice,
nature’s cold wet cough spatters itself
all over what one sees when the rub the sleepy stuff
from the eyes---
that first look outside on an early september morn
reveals that summer is finally on its way out &
the colder times are upon us---
those who love the autumn days
those who love the winter nights
those who are ready to bulk up & drink warm cider,
hot chocolate &
spent hours by the fireplace
or outside enjoying the change that has come,
relish in the beauty of that first frost---
walk outside & breathe in the sheer beauty
of a crisp frozen air
slowly killing off everything in its path
and gearing up for the months of
dormancy
which nature allows
in order to bring the romantic spring & orgasm ridden
summer---
enjoying it all is part of the job called
human.

Sleeping in the flames and burning lies
Somewhere in the ashes I hear the cries
Was it me I saw in the fire?
Or was it you falling down but getting higher?
Sleeping in the ice and fading dreams
I’m slipping out and then back in
Is it true that I’m awake?
Or in my dream was there a small mistake?
Lifeless ashes served with ice
Dreaming in a dream that has enticed
Everything I lost is what I need
Things I have I’ll throw away into the sea
Lifeless hearts that cannot feel
Standing in a place where they can heal
Everything I took will never please
Things I gave turned into autumn leaves
I know I’ll give you your desire
I only have to take a look within the fire
The ashes left will let me know
They are the things I lost within the snow

I often watch the leaves blow by,
And feel the autumn winds sweep me away. I try so hard not to cry,
The beauty of time just flying by.
I close my eyes and smell the sweet air,
Utter beauty with just a touch of despair,
Oh the years have grown in age,
The years disappearing white to gray.
Am I truly ready for life to begin,
What if I fail or fall or cant swim,
In the pressures of true life?
These are the times I will always remember,
My mind flowing freely like burning embers.
Wrapped up by love all the time,
Reminding me that my long lost love is finally mine.
But those strong feelings I always get,
As I lye awake on my bed,
Why wont my mind just take a rest?
I guess what they say will still haunt me.
Why am I the object of their aggression?
Diminishing my only piece of sanity left.
I just try to ignore these inhuman feelings,
And focus on things with true meaning,
Love for one will always be there,
Whether I’m frightened, angry, apathetic or scared.
Oh beautiful seasons just take me away,
Send your messengers who have fallen from grace.
Wrap me up with your entangling vines,
Shelter me from these things so unkind.
Hold me back from self-destruction,
For only my life has just begun.

Hey!
Ain’t it grand this time of
The year..
The leaves of autumn is so
Beautiful,
This time of season..
The leaves are,
Burnt red
Orange & yellow
Brown & and a bit of
Fading green..
The leaves are,
Falling,
Falling,
Falling,
All in this time of the
Season..
I wish I could capture all
Of nature beauty..
And canned it in a jar..
Turkey and its stuffing &
The trimming...
Pumpkin pie,
Fills the air with the
Thanksgiving aroma..
Grape kool-aid is my favorite
Drink.
Laugh..
Sitting in the center of my
Dinner table..
I love the season
Changes..
I love the fiesta colors
And the frost little nip
In the early mornings..
Um um um
Ah, how I love this time
Of season..
So beautiful with grandeur..
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ONE
AND ALL!

“The world that awaits me”
as I set down the book, look up
my eyes are drawn to my love like the Void
innocent, lying reading in the grass
under the shadow of the next tree
a sunbeam yet smiles its love upon her face
and the soft breeze now kisses her hair, but she
pays no heed, spares no thought, no pain for me
our lives were intertwined by fate for three weeks
(Oh! Sweet eternity!)
until I poured out for her the contents of my heart
she jarred it all up and gave me nothing but “No”
now emptiness creeps in to replace emptiness
Open, my soul! Be filled with the band music
pounding from the parking lot, drink
from the rustling trees dripping music like wine,
breathe in the autumn air we share
on this one day of Eternity, even as
our hearts drift apart, to find other storms,
never again to be united under the sun.

autumn afternoons glow with colorful nuances
i delight in shades of crimson
but not as much as azure
no not as much as the color of your kind, confident eyes
if only i could swim in the crisp cool blue of your eyes
and watch the shades of azure
deepen as i get closer to your heart
but eyes are only a window to the soul
not the doorway
when daylights exhausted its wealth of amber hues
and eve brings upon us shadow
i take comfort in the five pillows that surround me
yet i am not as comforted in cotton and down
as i am in a handful of your honey tares
fine as strands of spun sugar
and by the time I'll recognize this moment
the moment will be gone
for true loves sweet endeavor
to wait to find this will last forever
but as seasons change autumn to winter
so does passions sweet affairs
a brief exchange then a wave good bye
if i never stop could i find
you just might wave hello again
to belive my life is gonna see
the love i give return to me

Now drips the juices off a knife pierced heart
Emerged from a cocoon
Filled with pain
Your love had brought me out to the noon
Warm sun no more rain
Without you there’s no four letter word
Without you my sky is free of birds
There is no sun in my universe
There’s no need for any poetic verse
Without your love my winds don’t blow
If you’re not here then my heart doesn’t glow
Leaves only a flow of red
The sounds smells and colours of autumn in my head
As these leaves fall dead
I’m left empty
My branches stripped bare
Dead inside
Emotional writing suicide
Notes jumping into shark infested feelings
From, I walked the planks off pirate boats
Body reeling, falling but
Not for feelings
My feet planted firmly on the ceilings
Of this broken house mirrors life
Chimeny pushing smoke
Down into the soil
Spilt blood sheens crudely oil
Dripping up off the bedroom floor
This same bedroom floor
Holds albumed memories
Carefully chronicled deeds
Nights we spent planting
Trees now grow crooked
Pages turn quickly to our book ends
No star written sequel
Only heaven prequel reminiscences
Of wounded birds
It’s been forever since I’ve heard
The songs your lips play
That little way you’d say
Autumn
I'm lonely...

Beautiful and pure
She shines so bright
My pure Autumn Rain
Is radiantly in sight
Falling down quickly
Enchanting silence is clear
My Pure Autumn Rain
Is so very near
She left me abruptly
She is now out of sight
My pure Autumn Rain
Disappeared into the night
My best friend has vanished
No trace of her in sight
Come back to me soon my daughter
Your mother is nothing without your light

It seemed so easy to just turn the page
and move on like before;
it seems so useless to sit in this cage
and think forevermore.
But all these pages have been soaked in pain
and I can't lift them now.
Oh, all my will isn't enough to gain
a piece of mind somehow.
These blistered pages I have tried to burn
but they will not ignite
Oh, there are lessons I can't seem to learn
when day bleeds into night.
I'd shred each page and stand amidst the sheaves
but then what shall I do.
Exposed to paper cuts from autumn leaves
and scratched by thoughts of you.
What do I do with remnants of my heart
that scattered over land?
I look around not knowing where to start,
an empty book in hand.
I crumble easy as I watch you fly
so far away you drift
and I can't find the strength I need to try
nor give my spirits lift.
And so from way down here I bid farewell
and wish you all the best.
I will be fine when I've escaped this hell
and put this love to rest.

Your presence AMISS
From this soft gentle hand
There is only permanent space
Where once I could feel and caress your polite face
I am alone in this Room,typing away a Sad little piece
When we were LIKE THAT(my fingers snapping)
The Bond was there and real for comfort
You brought the Poet out into the light to shine
Every little verse became magical yet true
When THE POET wrote of life..he meant it for you
There were days that I felt like an ugly duckling
WHO WOULD EVER WANT TO BE SEEN WITH ME
This part reached out to me because it was from your heart
Sunshine and the wind blessed our selves
Autumn bowed to applause
JUST BECAUSE..
we knew what we had that others,unfortunately,had not
Moments,between the Sun(Rising forth and Lying back)
Your entire body kept me warm from the night breeze
Silhouette and Gold
5ft five inches that told
The entire Novel of your life,in kisses with a silent scent
As suddenly as you leaped into my life
The next instance,there was nothing more
I am alone.CRYING on this hill
Season is changing but without YOU now AMISS!!

The seasons flow and summer dies
To autumn dusk and winter fall,
Cross fades to spring, revitalise
The life that moves throughout them all.
The carriage of the human shell,
Propelled through day, laid rest in night,
In seasons of the heart will dwell
The memories sealed and watertight.
Of all she did, and all she was,
And all she means and all she made,
Of her entirety because
She was the sweetest serenade.
All things must pass eventually,
The sun will rise and likewise set;
She ruled the very heart of me
And never will this heart forget.

I remember being loved very much
Of loving you too in the day, in the night and . . .
And I remember waking in the early morning
Before the sun rose
Before the moon fell
I remember watching the sighing of moonlight across your skin
How it rained just for us, for you in March
And how the skies shaded the sun on that one-day in October so slightly
I remember our children
And Mary
Rhane
I remember our first child and the way you smiled in those first moments
I remember
In the sighing of my life I remember you
Watching over me
Loving me
Always loving me
And . . .
I remember dying
Growing old together with laughter and tears
Of looking back on our life together
Of being eighty-four summers old and new
Of celebrating your eighty-third autumn and spring
With our children
And our grandchildren with their squealing laughter and “Nana, Nana!”
I remember my last breath
And how my eyes fell upon you to the last
I remember dying
My story . . .
It was supposed to end there

Deep within the confines of my mind, I play a game with Death itself
The pieces set, black against white, the game played a thousand times before
I move the pawns to block the enemy line, and I feel a tinge of empathy
The pawn and I, so alike, both pieces in someone else’s game, expendable
The greater pieces, knights and rooks, bishops, and queens protect the king
The King, the representation of my mind, if defeated so shall I fall
The pawns charge and clear the way against the line of Death’s allies
Reaching to the sky for their chance at glory, but stricken down before
Death’s cold and brilliant moves seduce me, like a forbidden dance
Haunting and frightening, but tempting all the same, I allow the moves
The pieces fall like leaves from an autumn tree, a piece of me dies with them
For this is no mere game I realize, but the struggle against the embrace of oblivion
And I’m losing, the king backed into a corner, no way out with foes in pursuit
The king in hopeless retreat moves further into defeat, and I tremble
My hand reaches for something, could it be that I’ve succumbed to failure?
I take the king in hand and it falls to its side, the match is forfeit to Death
But as I offer my hand to him, embracing my fate, the phantom simply smiles
A chill smile not seen, but felt in the heart, a stinging pain that told me his intent
He would not take me to the afterlife, but abandon me to a life of pain and hardship
Just like so many times before, the game played over the course of a lifetime
And Death cheats every time, every loss becomes another chance for misery

Why would you forsake me?
In the time of the autumn wind
Leaving the moon to fade..
Just as the flower wilt and dies
You forsaken me..
Left me cold...
Not even the dove wings to
Embrace me..
I stand alone in the autumn
Wind..
Weary of time, weary and cold
Without one flower to warm me
As the sun..
Just melting tears..
Where will I be when the stars
Shred it lights..
Why would you forsake me?

Sweet to my eyes under her spell I was hypnotized
Falling over words a fools dance trying to observe;
Her beauty set off on a journey reaching the shores of
My heart, bound to eternity
Walking into a deep felt emotional moment
Nothing has the ability to mimic it
Something pulling from deep down setting forth
A kingdom with two crowns, a peasant and a jester clown
There still is not a sound a king without a crown
In addition, the queen is no more around
Bitterly shaken there's no mistake;
In the way, her love left this king
in his bed sinking beyond despair
Crying to feel; the memories reveal, in that no one could steal
Tears trailing down hitting struggling tormented by the sound
Her voice travels with remnants expelling
In everything that in his world exists
Longing for the sweetness, he knew in her lips
The autumn filled scopes her beauty never escaped
Love continues remembrance the only thing left for his love’s sake

as the echo dulls into a murmur
and joy ceases to be
in sorrowfull remembrance
I think back upon you,
and me
Recalling the initial triumph,
the victory of winning your heart
and cursing every waking moment,
that warm autumn eve...
It fell apart
I can still picture that dawn that followed
with a shattered soul that would remain
and even now i bear the wound of loss
to bitterly remind this man
that I chose the path of pain

If I ate chocolate naked
While lounging on red satin sheets
Beneath the light of a pale autumn moon
Amidst a Smokey glaze of heavily perfumed incense
With no else to admire the sight,
Would you then pay attention to me?
If I cursed you
Taking myself into a burning house
That had no windows and only one door
Out in the middle of the desert
Miles away from nowhere
With no else in the world to be frightened for me,
Would you then rescue me from myself?
What will it take to bring you back?
My husband, my lover, my torture,
How long will it take for you to realize
That I am dieing?
Dieing to be touched, to be loved,
Dieing for compassion, for some passion,
This girl you fell in love with
Is going to fade away
Unless you stop this petty selfishness,